“Oh, honey,” Krissy said, instantly wrapping her arms around me. At the simple comforting touch, I burst into sobs. The kind that wracked my body with each passing second.
“I’ll leave you two for a moment. Don’t go anywhere,” Travis said, standing up and making his way back into the house.
I don’t know how long I cried against Krissy, but by the time I was able to get my emotions under control, a dull ache made itself known in my stomach once more. Pulling back, I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“Don’t you worry about that,” Krissy said. “You okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”
“I’m okay, I think,” I sniffed.
“How far along is she?” Travis asked, appearing back as quickly as he had left.
“Just about seven months,” Krissy answered for me with a frown. “You would be?”
“Travis,” he answered.
“Not the baby’s father?” she asked.
“No,” I answered right before another pang of pain grabbed ahold of me.
“I think she needs to be seen by the doctor,” Travis said, watching as I fought against the pain.
“I agree,” Krissy said. “But what about the police? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”
“Eh, don’t worry about that,” Travis said, running a hand over his hair. “I got that covered. My buddies in there called it in.”
“This is one of those things you don’t want to know about,” I gritted out as the pain lessoned.
She knew that there were a few things in my life that I couldn’t talk about.
“Gotcha,” Krissy said. “I’ll take her to the ER to be checked over.”
“She aint going anywhere without me,” Travis said, easily taking the demanding role he was known well for.
“Don’t tell Zach,” I said, begging him.
“As long as you go get checked out,” Travis said, giving me a look that said to not push him.
“Okay. Thank you,” I sighed. I’d do as they wanted, even though I was sure it would be for nothing.
For now, I’d let them have their way so I could forget about what sort of mess lay inside my home.
