Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Considering the fact that Amy was my best friend and I always told her everything, I confided in her that I was pregnant. Travis had also given her his number and told her to call him if I got sick again or something like that, so she had asked me what was going on. And Amy wouldn’t stop pestering me until I told her.
Travis seemed to have taken the news of my pregnancy a lot better than I had. He had been so calm and collected from the moment the doctor dropped the bomb on us. I just didn’t know what to do or think about the news. I had never even thought about becoming a mom, and yet, here I was, about to do both at once.
I still wasn’t all that sure how I felt about it. I was struggling to wrap my head around all of this, to be honest.
“So, what are you going to do?” Amy asked me.
I sighed. “I’m going to keep the baby and try to make things work with Travis, I guess,” I told her.
Before she could respond, Nicholas came into the room and looked around. “Where’s Travis?” he asked me.
“Out,” I said simply. Just because Nicholas had been nice enough to keep me updated – well, Travis updated – about what was going on with Amy, it didn’t mean that I forgave him for letting my dad make the decision to kick me out of the club. If he’d really looked at me as family, he would have fought harder.
Family obviously didn’t mean shit.
Besides, something just wasn’t adding up for me about this entire situation, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it. Sadly though, it was going to have to be put off for a minute because I had other things to worry about.
Like being fucking pregnant.
“Well, can you call him and ask him when he’s coming back? I need to talk to him,” Nicholas said, a bit of a snap to his tone. I clenched my jaw, trying to rein in my temper. Before I could snap back at Nicholas, the door opened.
Travis stepped into the room. He was carrying a take-out box that smelt heavily of Chinese. I smiled at him, my stomach rumbling at the smell. The scent of it didn’t even make me nauseated.
Travis seemed a bit taken aback by my smile, but nonetheless, he still strode over to me. He handed me the box and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Is the medicine helping you at all?”
I nodded. The doctor had prescribed me something for my morning sickness, and so far, it was working. I was grateful because throwing up and constantly being nauseated really sucked.
Travis kissed the top of my head as I opened the box. Chills danced down my spine, and tingles erupted over my skin.
What was this man doing to me?
“What do you need to talk to me about?” Travis asked Nicholas. I swear, this man could hear someone talking a mile away.
“Can you take Amy back with you?” I almost dropped my fork. I snapped my head up to stare incredulously at Nicholas. “Her life is in danger here, and I need to keep her far away from here until shit settles down.”
Travis stayed silent for a moment. I could practically feel his irritation crawling around the room. Even Amy didn’t snap at her dad, which was unusual for her. “How many more fucking Bloody Royals are you going to fucking send my way, Nicholas?” Travis suddenly spat. Venom coated his words. “It seems to me that when you can’t handle a goddamn situation, you just fucking ship the problem off somewhere else.”
I knew he didn’t mean it personally, so I didn’t take offense to what he said. Besides, he pretty much did have me dropped onto his lap by Luke and Ryan, so that wasn’t really Nicholas’s fault. However, Nicholas was to blame for sending me off to live somewhere else, which I still didn’t understand. Now, he was sending his very own flesh and blood away to someone who was considered an enemy of sorts? He was sending away his daughter he fought like hell to have a relationship with?
“Travis, man, I really need your help,” Nicholas pleaded, but it didn’t sound sincere. Instantly, the hairs on my body stood up in alarm. Even Travis tensed up, his eyes narrowing at Nicholas. “I don’t want anything to happen to Amy, and I know that you can offer her the protection that she needs.”
Travis was silent for a moment. He looked at me over his shoulder. Something he saw made him turn back to Nicholas, nodding his head once. “Whatever,” Travis muttered a second later. He turned to Amy. He was irritated as fuck, that was for damn sure. “When can you get discharged?”