Bailee’s POV
When I got back to my parents’ house, my guilt grew ten fold, my mother was pacing the kitchen trying to calm Payton who was obviously hungry. My dad was in the living room keeping Travis occupied with a card game but as his gaze swivelled instantly to the door as I opened it, I knew that he’d been listening for me the whole time.
‘I am so sorry!’ I choke out, hurrying toward my mother and taking Payton from her, unbuttoning my shirt as I take a seat at the table.
‘What happened! Are you OK?’ my mother frantically whispers, hurrying to crouch next to me and look me over, her nose wrinkling in confusion.
‘You smell weird’ she mutters, leaning closer to sniff me again.
‘I fell asleep, I’m so sorry mum’ I reply, inching away from her, knowing exactly why I smell odd. ‘I did
