Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

39 (Travis Version)

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Aimee was speechless, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at me. But I didn't care about her. I looked at Taylor, who was clutching the little lunchbox she was still holding, looking like she was barely fighting tears. Aimee's words had hurt her, I could see that, and it killed me to see her upset.

As I watched, a single tear rolled down Taylor's cheek and she quickly turned away, walking quickly across the wet grass back to the gym. I immediately moved to rush after her. The team was done anyway, and they could warm down on their own. Taylor was far more important.

"Princess wait." I grabbed her elbow as she rushed around the corner of the gym. "Hey, wait a second."

"I don't want to talk right now Travis." Taylor mumbled, pulling her arm out of mine.

"Well you're going to." I looked around, and then took her elbow again, guiding her inside the gym where the offices were. Taylor didn't struggle but she was silent as I took her down to my office and opened the door.

She shuffled inside and I closed the door behind us, taking the lunchbox out of Taylor's hands and placing it on the chair. Taylor cast her eyes down, obviously not wanting me to see her cry in a moment like this. I just looked at her for a moment, and then she sniffed, lifting a hand to rub her eyes.

"Talk to me princess." I begged. "I'm so sorry she said those things to you, but they're all fucking wrong."

"It's just like high school again." Taylor mumbled, still scrubbing at her eyes. "When she's all over you and she's walking all over me. And she was..." She hiccupped. "Touching you so much like she thought she didn't have to ask, like she could just push her way back in. It made me feel really insignificant."

"Princess, you could never be insignificant." I took her face in my hands, tilting it up. "You are the love of my life, the mother of my children, because damn I love that little Abby so much I see her as my own daughter, and the most incredible woman in the whole world. She's the insignificant one. I should have taken her hand off me earlier, but I just didn't want to start anything. You know how dramatic she is."

Taylor nodded, and I reached up to stroke her tears away. She swallowed, shifting forwards to hug me tightly. Glad she hadn't continued to shut me out, I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair. Taylor sank into my embrace as I pressed my lips to her hair, kissing down to her ear, her neck. She let out a little sigh as I pressed a lingering kiss to the sensitive spot beneath her ear, melting further into my embrace.

"Fucking hell what are you trying to do to me?" Taylor breathed.

"What do you mean princess?" I murmured.

"Like you don't know." She huffed. "You have a very hormonal pregnant woman in a small enclosed space, and you're kissing her neck. You do the math."

I chuckled, suddenly realizing what was going on. I knew it was super early on in Taylor's pregnancy, but I also knew that the hormones had hit her like a truck. She was horny.

Deciding to tease the shit out of her, I started kissing her neck slowly, not hard enough to give her what she wanted. Taylor groaned, digging her nails into my back slightly as she tilted her chin upwards, trying to give me better access so I might kiss her harder. I didn't, and she huffed in disapproval.

"Problem princess?" I murmured, sliding my hands onto her waist, rubbing gently with my thumbs before ducking my fingers beneath her turtleneck. Taylor gasped as my cold hands flattened against the warm skin of her waist, pushing upwards beneath her clothes. I found her bra and gently caressed her nipples through the fabric. Her breasts were swollen and probably sore since she had to pump a lot while weaning Abby off breastfeeding and starting her on proper food.