Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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About a week after robbing the oil refinery with Arthur, Jenny woke up in his arms again.
After Arthur's admission that he was starting to develop feelings for her, Jenny felt awkward around him constantly. Not awkward enough to move out of his room and into another one, but awkward enough that they hadn't so much as kissed since the night they'd fucked each other so hard it brought Jenny to tears. She continued to let him hold her in his sleep because it still made her feel safer than sleeping alone, but it didn't feel the same as it once had.
Part of it, she supposed, was that he still seemed to be struggling with some sort of mystery illness that gave him a fever in the morning and left him coughing in his sleep at night. He coughed sometimes when awake, but in his sleep he coughed more often, several times a night. In addition, there was something off about the sound of his breathing that Jenny couldn't quite place. It sounded healthy on the surface, but sometimes there was a slight hint of crackling as he exhaled, and he didn't breathe as deeply in sleep as he once had.
It was probably nothing, Jenny told herself, but part of her still felt somehow that something was more wrong with him than it seemed. He seemed to be getting sicker instead of getting better, and she hoped it was just some kind of swamp bug giving him a cold or flu.
The other part of her discomfort with his company, however, was that she knew she didn't feel the same way about Arthur that he did about her. He was a good friend, the best one she had, but she didn't love him. It wasn't a lie she told herself, either. She truly did not love Arthur in the romantic sense whatsoever. She fucked him because she trusted him and because it felt good. It eased the tension and hurt that had been simmering in her soul since the last time she'd seen Mac, and it kept her mind off of Micah and what he'd done to her.
She still had nightmares about Micah. Sometimes she'd dream that he was there beside her, and that Arthur's arms were his arms. Arthur's breath on her neck as she slept caused her to feel Micah's breath on her skin, to feel his disgusting tongue against her neck, tasting it as though she were something good to eat. Just the thought made her skin crawl on a good day and left her with a sick, nauseous feeling in her stomach.
Thankfully, it seemed Micah hadn't managed to get her pregnant. Jenny's cycle came exactly as it was supposed to, relatively on time as always. Normally she hated menstruating, but this one came as a relief because it was a couple of days late and very light this month. It was only the second one since the Blackwater, after all. Colter and the first few tough weeks at Horseshoe Overlook had caused her to skip a couple of months due to all the weight she'd lost and all the stress her body had been under.
Periods were also a nightmare when a woman wore men's clothes. Most women simply strapped a cloth pad or cloth set of underwear to a sanitary belt and wore it under their dress. But Jenny, not being the type for dresses, had to make alternate arrangements. She wore a cloth pad that could be washed and used again like most women did, but she usually used it to line a pair of cotton underwear she'd invented and sewed herself, that could be buttoned to the inside of her trousers and therefore held up by the same suspenders she used to hold her jeans up. It wasn't perfect, but it worked. She'd even sewed a few pairs for Sadie to use.
