“No, I didn’t. I knew you weren’t in Croftridge anymore, but I didn’t know where you went, and I didn’t try to find you.”
“How did you know I left Croftridge?”
He sighed heavily. “Because I was doing things for your kids. I wasn’t trying to make up for what happened, but I was trying to help out where I could.”
I gasped and slapped my hand over my mouth. “That was you?”
“The school lunches, the Christmas fund, the random packages on your porch, the complimentary meals at restaurants. Yeah, those were all from me,” he confessed.
My eyes filled with tears as my heart ached in my chest. “Disney World?” I whispered.
He nodded once. “Yeah, that was me, too.”
I couldn’t contain my emotions any longer. The tears spilled down my cheeks, and I curled in on myself while I desperately tried to choke back the sobs.I didn’t know where the gifts came from, but I never suspected they were from him. In my mind, he was a faceless man driving a truck, not a real person who struggled just as much as I did with the aftermath of the wreck.
Savior’s strong arms surrounded me and pulled me against his firm chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said softly while he gently rubbed my back.
“Why did you do all that?” I mumbled against his shirt.
“Because I lost my parents when I was younger. I was lucky enough to have a grandfather who was able to raise me and provide for me. I just wanted to help them have the same thing.”
His reply had more tears leaking from my eyes and soaking his shirt. And then it happened. I choked on some rogue snot and threw up all over him. I quickly turned and grabbed the small trash can that traveled from room to room with me, but it wasn’t necessary. Everything in my stomach was all over the man on my couch.
My cheeks flamed with mortification. “I’m so sorry. Oh, kill me now.”
He pulled his shirt away from his body and said, “It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t warm.”
“Stop talking,” I ordered and covered my mouth with my hand. Gross.
“Sorry,” he laughed.
“Let me get you a towel or something.”
“No. I’ll get it. Are your towels in the bathroom?” he asked and pointed down the hall.
I cocked my head to the side and slowly nodded. “Yeah, it’s the second door on the left.”
“I know. I’ve used it before,” he said and disappeared down the hall.
I managed to make it to my own bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Miraculously, I didn’t have any vomit on my clothes but decided to change into something fresh anyway.
When he returned to the living room, I was on my knees scrubbing the few smalls spots on the couch. “I could’ve done that,” he said from above me.
I turned to look at him, and my mouth dropped open. He was standing beside me in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and I was eye-level with the goods. “Oh, I, um, you, it’s, yeah,” I stammered and turned back to the task at hand.
He chuckled. “I tossed my clothes in the washing machine. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”
Yes, I had seen it all before; well, most of it. But, I was pregnant, and although I was sick, my sex drive wasn’t. I blinked up at him and couldn’t hide the want I was feeling.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant.
“Like you want me to fuck you.”
I bit my lower lip and contemplated what to say next. Did I want him to fuck me? My vagina certainly did. Was it a good idea? Again, my vagina was all for it, but my brain had a different opinion.
“Sorry. Pregnancy hormones,” I said with a shrug.
