FUCKED.

23

CHLOE'S POV

Returning to school felt like stepping into a storm I could never escape. The chaos of high school, the constant pressure, and the relentless expectations seemed to swirl around me like a dark cloud. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was suffocating under the weight of it all.

I looked at Sapphire, who seemed lost in her own world, her gaze fixed on Hunter with an intensity that made me roll my eyes in exasperation. "Is this the last suitcase?" I asked, my patience thinning as I struggled to keep my composure.

Sapphire didn't respond immediately, her attention divided between the suitcase and Hunter. "Earth to Sapphire, get your hormones in check, stupid. Is this the last one?" I snapped, frustration evident in my voice. She nodded absentmindedly, and I scoffed, heading upstairs.

"Hunter, make sure Sapphire gets some rest before she turns into a drama queen in the morning. We need to get back to school and finish the semester. I can't afford to have a re-sit while you're enjoying your mum's cookies on Christmas Eve," I called out, my tone mixed with irritation and weariness.

"I get it, Cat Woman. I'll make sure she gets to bed," Hunter replied, his deep voice carrying a note of reassurance that made me shiver, though I quickly brushed it off. It had been weeks since the hospital, and I was desperate for a fresh start.

Life had taken on a new rhythm since then. The only person who seemed to have a calming effect on Sapphire was Hunter. When he wasn't around, her mood swings were unbearable, and I found myself bearing the brunt of her emotional turbulence until he returned. It was as if her hormones ran wild in his absence, and her behavior became a whirlwind of drama.

Travis, on the other hand, continued to visit every day despite our agreement to keep our distance. His concern for the baby and my well-being was unwavering. And yes, the baby bump was becoming more noticeable, much to Sapphire's shock when she barged into my room one day, searching for lipsticks. My growing belly was a constant reminder of the changes happening in my life.

I was scheduled to visit the doctor in two weeks with Sapphire, Travis, Hunter, and a new acquaintance named Courtney, who was reportedly involved with one of Travis's friends. The upcoming visit was both nerve-wracking and a source of anticipation.

"Travis wants to talk to you, Chloe. You can't keep avoiding him forever," Hunter said before heading to Sapphire's room. His words lingered in my mind, and I braced myself for the encounter.

When the doorbell rang, I opened it to find Travis standing there, looking tired and worn. I missed him more than I cared to admit, but he deserved better than a secondhand life with a baby on the way. I forced a smile and ushered him inside, but before I could say much, he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall.

"You're so fucking sexy right now, Chloe. I can't think straight with your body calling me," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine with a fervor that sent shivers through me. I moaned under his touch, but he pulled away, his gaze intense.

"I have to tell you something, Chloe. Josè is back, and—"

"It's okay, Travis. I get it. Your ex is back, and now she wants to stake her claim. I'm fine with it. You deserve better, and I wish you the best," I interrupted, trying to mask the hurt in my voice. I turned away, but the sting of his slap on my ass made me gasp.

"I want you, Chloe. Not her, not Nicki Minaj, not J.Lo, and definitely not Mia Khalifa. You're all I ever need because you're amazing, inside and out," he declared, his hands roaming over my body. His kiss was heated and electrifying, stirring emotions and desires I hadn't fully acknowledged.

"Pregnancy suits you really well. Your tits are huge, and your nipples..." he groaned, his hands exploring my breasts with a possessive intensity.

"I want you, Travis. I want you now," I confessed, my voice trembling with need. He nodded, lifting me and carrying me to my room. What followed was a passionate reunion that left me breathless and fulfilled.

As we lay together, the weight of the world seemed to lift. Travis's touch was tender and reassuring, and his words of encouragement made me feel hopeful for the future.

"Can I touch it?" he asked, his eyes on my baby bump.

"Err... yeah, sure," I replied, my voice soft. His hand brushed against my stomach, and the sensation was both soothing and exhilarating.

"When does it kick? Wait, does it kick this early or is it too small?" he continued, his curiosity endearing. His concern and excitement made me emotional, and I fought back tears.

"Chloe, why are you crying? It's not good for the baby," he said, leaning closer and caressing me gently.

"How I wish things were different, that the baby was yours and you'd be—"

"Chloe, everything happens for a reason. If you're going to change things just because you want to, I'm sorry, but some things are inevitable," he said softly.

I nodded, accepting his words. "Can you just move in with us or spend most of your days here? I've missed you, T."

"My bags are already in the guest room. I thought of that too. Vincent now owns my apartment, so I'm all set," he replied, his smile a balm to my weary heart. I hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of relief and comfort.

"You know, I see you're getting attached to the baby. You no longer call it a brat or a bastard. It's a work in progress, Chloe. You can do it," he reassured me.

I climbed on top of him, my desire growing with each passing moment. "Can I do you too?" I asked, my voice filled with longing. He groaned, rubbing his shaft against my pussy, and soon we were caught in a whirlwind of passion. His thrusts were deep and fulfilling, and I lost myself in the ecstasy of the moment.

We eventually collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, the intensity of our connection leaving us both spent. As I drifted off to sleep, Travis pulled me close, his whispers of affection a soothing lullaby that carried me into dreams.