Southern Romance (sequel to Little Miss Rodeo Queen) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"OOOOH BAAAAILEEEEY!" Was followed by a series of jumps on my bed and three voices who kept yelling, "GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!"

I ended up kicking one of the boys in the shin and off the bed. A few seconds later I learned it was Brant. His distinctive grunt and his, "OW! JERK!" tipped me off.

"ALRIGHT I'M UP!" I pulled my face up off the pillow and glared at the two supposedly grown men still standing on my bed.

Travis laughed and pulled his feet out from under him, plopping down by my feet. Wyatt jumped off and helped Brant to his feet. All I did was roll over on my back to stare up at the ceiling.

"So?" Travis drew out the word as he leaned over, eventually falling over and laying his head on my stomach.

"So?" I mocked him, only ruffling his hair in the process.

Wyatt joined the party; only he jumped on the bed and laid next to me. "We're bored."

"Well I was sleeping."

Brant's turn. "It's almost noon!" Brant sat on Travis's feet.

"And your point is?" I cocked an eyebrow at him.

Travis looked up at me with the best puppy eyes he could make. "Pwease come and pway."

I ruffled his hair. "Sure, Junior. I'll go get the toddler toys we packed away in the attic."

"YAY!" I rolled my eyes. I swear he is a toddler.

"Brant said something about the swimming hole." Wyatt sat up on his elbows.

"Now I didn't say anythin'--"

"For once I don't feel like goin'." I rolled over on my stomach. "I just wanna sleep."

"WELL THAT AIN'T AN OPTION!" I felt several sets of hands grab my ankles and drag me off my bed. I clawed at the carpet hoping it would stop me.

Jackson-- our dog-- just sat on the couch, staring at me with his big blue and brown eyes and perked ears as I was dragged out. "Well you're helpful."

I was hoisted up and placed on the counter. "I swear if you boys got me up just to make you hungry hippos lunch. . ."

Wyatt. "Nah. Brant made us wake you up 'cause he wasn't gonna let you skip two meals."

Travis was standing right in front of me. I took advantage by wrapping my arms around him from  behind and resting my chin on his head. "Food."

Brant rolled his eyes. "What kind of food?"

Wyatt and I answered his question together: "Good food." Brant replied with a chuckle and an eye roll. He already knew what we were going to say.

Travis tilted his head back to look up at me. "Got any plans tonight?"

I shook my head. "Not that I know of."

Travis pulled that crooked tooth grin again (I don't care if they are. He's just so adorable). "Well ya do now." He pecked my lips.

Both Wyatt and Brant fake gagged. I looked up. "Oh you have no room to talk Brant! With you and Syd!"

Wyatt chuckled. "Soon to be known as Mrs. Holt." He elbowed Brant.

"So when are ya gonna ask?" Travis placed his hands over mine (Let's keep in mind that his are a lot bigger than mine, so you can no longer see my hands).

Brant's cheeks flushed a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I was thinkin' sometime at the next horse show."

"Daw!" I drew it out. "That's adorable!"

If you haven't been informed yet, Brant has been planning for a long time to ask his girlfriend Sydney (or future wife. Pick either one) to marry him; he's just been waiting for the right moment. I somehow knew he was going to ask while at one of the shows.

Brant started getting stuff out of the fridge when a truck horn blew outside. I hopped off the counter and onto Travis's back. "TO THE FRONT YARD MY TRUSTY STEED!" Travis hooked his arms to hold me on his back as we ran through the living room and out the door, Jackson following right behind.

Travis nearly tripped and killed us both when he tried giving me a piggy back ride down the steps.

"Hey! I need you alive to work with him!" Emmett laughed.

"Was yesterday Wednesday?" I looked down at Travis, who slowly nodded.

"Uh-huh. And today's Thursday. Tomorrow's Friday, and--"

"Alright, smart-ass. I'm slow, but not that slow!" Travis laughed as I jumped off his back. "It's a good thing I fell asleep in my jeans last night too. I don't have to run inside and change!"

Emmett chuckled and unlocked the trailer. "I'm warning ya. He's a hassle."

"Nothin' I can't handle." I elbowed him. "Bring 'im out!" I stood back as Emmett opened the trailer door and backed out a young red dun colt.

"He's gorgeous!" I held his head in my arms.

"He's Troublemaker." Emmett patted his neck. "Angel named him that."

"Little Angel?" I laughed.

"Yup." Emmett tied him to the trailer. "She watched as I tried to catch him one day. Decided to call him Troublemaker."

Angel (Or Little Angel as I like to call her) is a spit'n'image of Emmett. . . only a six year old little girl. Very bubbly and sweet. One of my favorite kids to babysit.

"Well! Let's get to work!" I clapped my hands together, popping my knuckles and neck in the process.