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“Shhh,” I said as I let my fingers run down the side of his prickly cheeks. His soft palms gripped the outside of my hands and squeezed them.
“Tell her to get out,” he demanded.
He thought this was my house, how sweet.
“I can’t tell her to leave because this is not my house. It’s hers.”
He stepped back, sliding his eyes between us as confusion swept across his face.
“The adder—”
“I live in a school bus, and Samantha lets me park it in her driveway. So, I live here, but on my bus.” I said, interrupting him.
His eyebrows fused, and his hands raked through his dark hair. His lips parted and then closed, and his eyes glided down to my bump and back up at me. I knew he was trying to piece together the situation.Why would a seven-month-old pregnant woman live in a school bus?
“Come again?” he said, his voice low and steady.
“I live in a school bus and--”
“No, I heard that part. Why?” He pressed his lips together, and his eyes were like daggers as they pierced through me.
“She wanted to move---”
“Open your mouth again, and I just might glue it shut,” he spouted, interjecting Samantha mid-sentence. His eyes turned dark with anger, his nostrils flared, and his breathing labored.
“So, you’re telling me you live in a school bus that’s unsecured all by yourself withmybaby growing inside you?”
There it was, his reason for showing up unannounced out of the blue. I could see Samantha out of the corner of my eye. She was still standing on the steps, and her arms remained folded across her chest as her eyes glared in Jaimie’s direction.
“Oh, so that’s why you showed up? For the baby?” I didn’t give him enough time to respond. I turned and wobbled out the front door toward my school bus.
His leather boots hit the back of my heels as he followed me down the pebbled lined driveway to my bus. Once I opened the doors his hands found their way around my bump, halting my movements.
“If you think I’m letting you climb these steps without my help then…”
His words trailed off, and I hopped slowly, one step at a time until I reached the top.
The headlights from his SUV illuminated the inside of the bus and I made my way to the back. I sank into the mini couch nestled between two bamboo shelves. He stopped in the middle; his eyes slid over every inch as he took in the conversion. It was like he’d never seen anything like it before. His hands toured the bamboo surfaces and soft upholstery. His anger began to subside as my bus piqued his interest.
“Is this a loo?” he said as he pulled back the curtain, revealing a toilet with a wooden top.
“Yes. Needed because I pee every twenty minutes.”
He ignored my comment and made his way to the kitchenette, fidgeting with the sink and small microwave. He finally turned his attention back to me, and a deep sigh seeped off his lips. His shoulders straightened, and he placed his hands on his hips.
“Where’s your suitcase?” he asked.
“I don’t have one. Why? I’m not going anywhere.” I crossed my arms over my chest and pouted.
He sauntered toward me as his six-foot-two frame shadowed over me. “You are. You’re coming with me, and don’t think for a second I won’t pick you up and carry you off this bus and into my SUV.”
“I don’t need you to try and fix your mistake. I want this baby, and I’ve been fine on my own for seven months.”
He rose a brow and lowered himself until we were at eye level. “Mistake?” He clipped a finger under my chin and forced my eyes to his. “Nothing about this is a mistake, baby girl. You’ve been on my mind since the last time I saw you. I fucking hunted you down, and this baby isn’t a mistake.”
He let his finger drop and rose. His words surprised me, and that familiar flutter in my core returned. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him. Imissedhim. The last night we spent together was intimate and real. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he told me he loved me in that moment, but he didn’t. Instead, he cleaned up, kissed me on the forehead, and headed for his jet. Leaving a sour feeling in my mouth and a small bruise on my heart.
“I’m not leaving. My bus is my home.” I deadpanned. A small part of me just wanted to give in and let him sweep me off my feet, but a cloud of fear held me back. What if he left again? What if he claimed to love me but broke my heart instead?
