“Oh god… what time is it...” The smell of cooking had woken me up when I had been nursing Beau what just felt like five minutes ago, hearing the pans being turned over and someone was…. whistling with music on?” I sat up, still newly awake and trying to get what was happening, had mom come over when I was sleeping?!
“Mom?” I yelled it out when the laughter that came back made me grunt and fall back down into the soft bed, cuddling more when it felt great, and I took another breath from the scent of the sheets before my eyes popped open.
Travis.
He was in my kitchen, cooking?? Didn’t he have one of his own?? I got up, seeing that the crib was empty too; what the hell was he thinking, getting my baby without asking me?? He was still a criminal!
I walked out fast, my heart in my stomach,
