Yay Yay Yay!” All with a mouth full of pie, of course.
I looked around at not only all of Charles’s family, but also all of Travis’ family, along with our friends. I don’t know if Travis felt Sarah’s daggers darting at us in the form of her glare, but I sure did. I didn’t want to screw up my friendship with her. I adored her. I needed her to distract me from my haunting thoughts. And she and Travis clearly had something going on, or at least she had feelings for him. The last thing I needed was her thinking that her statements about Travis and me seeming like a couple were valid, because they weren’t! Damn it, Travis.
I cleared my throat and stood up, grabbing the now empty plate from Charlotte’s hands. She frowned at me. “Hey baby, go play with your cousins,” I said, and that made her frown turn to a grin.
She jumped off of Travis’s lap. “Yup, I go play. Bye bye.” She ran over to her slightly younger cousin, Connor, and grabbed his hand. I laughed and then stopped when I saw Travis looking at me. I cleared my throat and looked away from him. I walked into the kitchen and not only could I feel everyone’s eyes on me, but I could feel Travis following me.
I turned around, and of course he was right behind me. “Hey you okay?” he asked quietly.
I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I knew they were bright red. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I whispered. “Let’s talk later . . . when everyone isn’t staring at us.”
He laughed and then not so quietly said, “Oh, come on. We’re all family, right guys?”
Everyone around the room laughed. “Yup.” And “Yes.” were heard from all over.
Then Sarah’s sarcastic “Sure we are.” Stung my ears. Great.
I gritted my teeth and quietly ground out, “Travis, I swear . . . I’m going to punch you where you don’t want me to.” The smile faded from his face because I’m certain he knew I was telling the truth. He backed up and I walked down the hall to the bathroom.
A little while later, we pulled up to the apartment in Travis’s truck. I jumped out, and before I could get to the back seat, Travis was already gently unbuckling Charlotte and laying her sleepy head on his shoulder. I glared at him. “Travis, you are not staying the night.”
He laughed. “You said she would be up all night. She looks and feels pretty asleep to me.”
I glared again and let out a breath. “That’s because she is in a sugar coma, but she will wake up tonight, either with a tummy ache or with massive amounts of random energy.”
He shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the stairs. “Then I’ll stay the night and take care of her since I’m the one who caused it.”
I blew out a breath of frustration. “Fine, but you’re sleeping on the floor.” He nodded his head. “I’m serious, Trav.”
He smiled back at me with his boyish grin, which I knew worked on other girls, but not on me. “I know.”
I laid in bed, which, because it was a one-bedroom and I gave it to Charlotte, was a pull-out couch in the living room. Usually I had no problem with this, except tonight I was extremely aware of my late husband’s half-naked best friend, who was sleeping maybe ten feet away on the floor in my hall. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard Charlotte start moaning. I shot up and began getting up when I heard Travis’s soft whisper on the baby monitor.
“Lotte, it’s okay baby girl, I’m here.” I sat back down and listened. “What’s wrong? Your tummy hurts? I’m sorry, Princess. Uncky Travey shouldn’t have let you eat so much pie. Yes, bad Uncky.” I giggled, guessing at what she was most likely saying back to him. “I’ll get you some water and then how about I rub your tummy?” The next thing I heard was the sink turn on in the kitchen.
I laid down and let my thoughts drift to where they always did at night. Charles laid next to me and gently caressed my cheek. I leaned into him and smiled at how loved I felt. If only these