sweet creature [tayvis]

chapter five

February 1st, 2012.

It's been a week since I'd spoken with Travis, and really got to know him at all. He'd texted me over the week to ask how I've been feeling and if I'd needed anything, but I either shrugged him off or maintained vague in our situations. Travis was a sweet guy, but I still wasn't comfortable with the fact that he had another woman on him while I'm carrying his child. I didn't hold it against him, really. He didn't mean for this to happen just as much as I didn't. It just had felt odd. I didn't want to be the homewrecker of his and Kayla's relationship and more than she already was, but I wanted him to be sure of his decision and that he wouldn't bail on me halfway through the process.

I'm laid up on my couch watching Fifty Shades of Grey when there's an abrupt knock at my front door. It's well past afternoon at this time, so I was heavily hesitant to open the door. It wouldn't be the first time a group of obsessive fans shown up at my door and an ungodly hour, and I really had not it in me to explain myself to them. Or anyone.

As I stumble through the eerie darkness of my kitchen, the knocking of a fist occurs again and I groan obnoxiously. I peek through the peephole, noticing an oddly familiar figure standing patiently outside. Travis. Part of me would rather not open the door and let him in, but I suppose I need this conversation with him.

Unlocking the door, Travis tiredly stands. A weak smile greets me. "Hey," he breathes,

I glance down to his feet, seeing as he has a few bags next to him. Oh God, no thanks. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

He chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It's nice to see you too," he laughs. "I came to see you."

"Travis, it's almost eleven o'clock at night," I remind him. "Dude how did you even get here? It's a twenty hour drive from Kansas City to here."

"We have jets, no?" His eyes fall to the ground again. "Thought you of all people would have known that, Pop Star." This man's attitude will either be the death of me or the death of him. I part my lips to shoot back at him, but his voice booms over the sensitive tolerance lingering between him and I. "I came here to talk to you. You said to get back to you in a week and it's been a week today. Here I am standing in front of you, tired as hell and ready."

I sigh, stepping aside. "Come in."

Travis leans down, grabbing a hold of his belongings and tossing them over his shoulder. Does he think he's an eskimo or something? He treads inside, gently placing his things on the counter before freezing in his stance, like he's seen a rattle snake. He waits until I'm on a stool ahead of making eye contact with me. "How have you been feeling this week?"

I shrug. "The morning sickness is a bitch," I complain. "But all things considered, I don't feel too bad yet." My first trimester had just ended and I was transitioning into the second one, so I had yet to know what the remainder of this journey had in store for me. If I hadn't been so in denial about my pregnancy for an entire month, then perhaps I would have a better grasp on my knowledge of pregnancy. "How about yourself?"

"I'm good."

"You can sit, Travis," I say, gesturing my hand out to a bar stool standing across from me. Travis clears his throat, carefully placing himself on top of the surface. "What's your decision?"

"I told you what I wanted last week. My decision never changed, just like I said it wouldn't."

"Well people can change their mind within a week Travis," I grumble. "Excuse me for not wanting to completely fuck up your life or mine by subconscious saying you want something you don't actually want."

"I know what I want," he tells me casually. He swipes his fingers through his greasy brunette hair. "I want you to have the baby. I will help you raise it. Don't start with your little press speech again about how I'm so not obligated to do this because I know I'm not. I'm doing this because I care about you and my child. I'm just as much a part of this as you are."