Hello chaps, you might be overwhelmed by this incredibly long Tratie chapter and I think I'll just give you a heads up for the future of the story. The chapters are all going to be pretty long so sit down and don't freak out. You don't have to commit yourself to this story and force yourself to read the incredibly long and stupid chapters. I'll let you off for free since I'm just so incredibly awesome ; ) So, for the people that are still reading this, sit back and enjoy this chapter!
Katie's POV
"Jaquelyn?"
"No."
"Clary?"
"No."
"Matilda?"
"No."
"Come on, Katie! You've got to like one!" said Travis exasperatedly waving his arms around. I sighed and shook my head. Travis and I were at the apartment discussing baby names for our little baby girl that was now resting in my arms. I was also one month pregnant with three boys at the time. And let me tell you, it was not going well.
I cradled her back and forth,"Shh! Travis, your going to wake the baby!" I hissed.
"Well then why don't we put her in her crib so that we won't wake her up?" asked Travis, mocking my tone.
"That actually sounds like a good idea."
I got up and put our baby girl in the crib, then walked back to see Travis with a spoon full of peanut butter and marshmellows in his mouth.
"Travis!" I groaned.
"Whfft," he said with the spoon still in his mouth. I think he meant to say, "What?"
I just rolled my eyes and put the peanut-butter and marshmellows in the pantry.
"Hey! I was eating that!" pouted Travis.
"No kidding."
"Well, can I have it back?" asked Travis, making his way towards me.
"Psht! No way! You're fat enough!"
He gasped and looked at me astonished. "Katie! That hurts! Right here!" He gestured to his heart and started "crying" about his peanut butter.
"Oh, shut up! You know it's true!" I countered, chuckling at the wailing Travis.
He immediately sobbered up. "Are you actually calling me fat?" He scooped me up and spun me around until I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. Then he set me on the counter and mock pouted, "Now, Kaite-Kat. That wasn't very nice!"
I pecked him on the lips and replied, "Well that's just how I roll."
"Oh, I know," he smiled, "So . . . can I have my peanut butter back?"
"No. Besides we have to discuss baby names, and I think that I have a winner!"
"That's wonderful my lovely Katie dear, but I'm sorry to say that I will no longer be listening to this conversation unless you give me back my peanut butter." He stuck his fingers in his ears and started humming.
I sighed, "You're so immature, Travis."
"Lalala! I can't hear you! Lalala!" He started dancing around singing row, row, row your boat.
"Come on, Travis! Travis. Travis . . ." I put my best glare on, but he shut his eyes and refused to look at me.
"Travis! I'm serious! We need to discuss-"
"I can't hear you!"
"Travis-"
"What?!"
"Trav-"
