“I’ve been surrounded by media my entire life and they will want to use me as an example of how my family is a bunch of hypocrites. Which they may be, but I don’t want to be the example of it, you know? I want Belle to grow up as far away from that as possible. I want her to know she is loved and wanted.”
“Is he that big an asshole?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “But he’s also a big believer. He’s not a complete hypocrite. He truly believes I am going to hell because I got pregnant, and that my bastard daughter will too. He wants me to repent for my sins. If he had to come ‘save me,’ he’d have to set an example with me. I’d spend the rest of my life apologizing and repenting for my sins.”
He ran his fingers through his hair.
“Look, I know this isn’t what you wanted,” Penny concluded. “I get it. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything sooner. I don’t blame you for wanting nothing to do with me.”
“I’m sorry for the things I said, Penny,” he apologized again. “And I’m sorry I outed you.” He paced the small room. “I think it’s going to be fine. It’s just the local paper and a few websites. No big deal.”
“I hope you’re right, Travis.”
He nodded, not really knowing what to say.
“Anyway, I have to get Belle home. Will you please keep me posted on your sister?”
He nodded again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she repeated. Sadly, but understanding that there was nothing more either of them could do, she walked back to the waiting room and asked one of Travis’s friends for a lift to her apartment, not wanting to take the bus with Belle in the middle of the night.
—
Penny slept terribly.
Before leaving the hospital, she’d told the group the entire story. There was no point in hiding it anymore. And if—or when—the story unfolded in the media, they needed to know. They had been kind to her, and Tony and Francesca had driven her home, but after she’d locked the door behind her and put Belle down, she’d paced around her small apartment trying to think.
When she’d gone to bed at last, she’d had nightmares of her old life—a life she really didn’t want to think about. She woke up and lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
Even if things were difficult now, she still preferred it over what she’d had in Oklahoma. During the last year her faith in God hadn’t wavered, but it had been far too long since she’d closed her eyes and prayed. She’d had moments of sadness and anger, but everything that had happened had been the result of decisions she’d made. And they had ultimately led to Belle and that wasn’t something she could be angry about, no matter how hard things got. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength. And at last she fell into a dreamless sleep.
By the time she got out of bed the next morning, she felt a little better. No matter what happened, she didn’t have to go back home. When she left Oklahoma, she’d been naive and scared, and it had felt like the end of the world. But she’d grown a lot this last year, and now she felt as if she was strong enough to handle whatever was thrown at her. A year ago she had been too wrapped up in the problem to see the big picture. Now she could take a step back and see things a bit more clearly. And even the worst-case scenario wasn’t the end of the world. She’d learned how to scrape by with almost nothing. So long as she had Belle, nothing else really mattered.
—
Travis lifted his head from the uncomfortable chair in the waiting room at the hospital. He put his feet down on the floor and reached for his hat, which had fallen at some point. Stretching his arms, he felt all his muscles aching from having slept so uncomfortably as he awaited news of his sister.
He had spent most of the night pacing the halls of St. Joseph’s Hospital, about to lose his mind. Enzo had come out of the labor and delivery room earlier in the evening to explain that JL had had some complications after her water broke and that if she didn’t go into labor soon, she’d have to have a C-section. The look of panic and fear that marred Enzo’s face made Travis go from Babies are a pain in the ass to Oh my God, this is some serious shit, and my sister’s life could be at risk. Enzo had been coming out to update them every few hours, but at some point, Travis realized, he must’ve fallen asleep. Violet and Cain were sitting nearby, also asleep, but everyone else had gone home for the night.
To top it off, he felt uneasy about the turn of events with Penny the previous night: from sex to hurt to anger to betrayal and confusion, and finally to a major case of shame for the horrible things he’d said to her. He understood now why Penny hadn’t told him about her daughter. She’d trusted him completely with her body, but not with her secrets or her daughter. It made sense—after all, he’d said so much shit about not wanting kids. But he also felt like he’d been lied to.
The truth was, he probably wouldn’t have pursued her had he known that she had a kid. But he had strong feelings for her now, like it or not, which made him feel as if the decision to continue on with her had been already made for him, and that angered him a little. Still, he couldn’t just click off his emotions. And the fact that he felt that way about her after sleeping with her just once unnerved him.
When they’d first kissed, he realized now, what had really gotten to him wasn’t even the kiss. It had been the way she’d cried in his arms. Penny wasn’t the type of woman who opened up to anyone. She was strong and feisty in a subdued way, a way you didn’t see coming. Even that first night he’d suspected that the way she’d crumbled in his arms was something no one else had probably ever seen. And the fact she’d laid all that on him just made him want to hold her, keep all harm away, protect her in the most basic of ways.
Someone needed him.
Even for a brief moment, she had needed him. And that made him feel special and wanted, something he’d never felt before with anyone. The truth was, he hadn’t been feeling much of anything lately. He’d been walking around numb. Going through the motions. Training, then training some more. He didn’t even eat enjoyable food—he had protein shakes for dinner. But she made him feel special and important. Mostly because she was special.
The fact that he liked her was undeniable. He just wanted to be around her—like all the fucking time. Even sitting at the bar watching her serve customers and occasionally chatting with him made him feel good. She had an easy way about her, even though she kept to herself. She smiled, was eager to help everyone, and was grateful and kind to everyone she met. She was a calming presence that soothed his soul. He hadn’t even realized how torn his soul had been until she walked into his life. All the evil words his mother had spewed seemed to go silent when Penny was around. He felt worthy. And she’d done that.
Yet he’d gone and thrown those same words right back at her. He felt like the worst kind of asshole for saying those things to her.
He asked the nurse if there was any news, but the nurse said that Enzo and JL were still asleep. He sent Enzo a quick text letting him know he’d be back in an hour and asking him to keep him posted about any changes. Then he did the one thing that always seem to quiet the nervous energy flowing in his veins—he went to the Academy.
He was one of the only people who had a key, and he came and went at all kinds of odd hours, but still, it was unusual to see the Academy completely empty. This morning, though, everyone else was either still sleeping or heading to the hospital to check up on Enzo and JL. He didn’t even hesitate—he went straight to the speed bag. He didn’t even bother taping up, but just started pounding. The thing with the speed bag was that you had to have a certain rhythm: one-one-two-three, one-one-two-three. His mind couldn’t reel if he was counting. He closed his mind and focused: one-one-two-three, one-one-two-three. The musky, sweaty smell of the gym reminded him of home, because this place was more his home than the trailer he’d grown up in with his shitty mother. He didn’t even bother turning on the state-of-the-art music system; he focused all his attention on the noise of the spring bouncing and the feel of his knuckles hitting t
he leather.
Finally, when the sweat began to fall into his eyes, his arms were burning, and his knuckles stung, he stopped. He glanced at his phone for the time, and when he didn’t see any calls or texts from Enzo, he hopped on the treadmill and began to run.
His upcoming fight was going to be the biggest of his life, but he knew that there was no way his opponent trained more than he did. Travis practically lived in the Academy, and when he wasn’t here, he was running, jumping rope, or doing laps in his pool. He was in the best shape of his life, and he was fierce with determination.
His phone buzzed with an incoming text. He stopped the treadmill and read Enzo’s incoming text: They are going to start prepping her for a C-section soon.
He dialed Enzo, because he wanted more information, but it went straight to voicemail. He jogged to the locker room, splashed water on his face, wiped away as much of the sweat as possible, changed into some clean clothes he kept there, and then was on his way back to the hospital.
—
Never having been particularly fond of kids, Travis was more nervous about his sister’s health than about the fact that he would soon meet the newest members of the family. He’d never doubted that his sister would have babies, and genetically speaking, the fact that she was having twins wasn’t exactly a shock either.
He was already back in the waiting room pacing when he saw, from the corner of his eye, his friends step out of the elevator, but he didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. He was in a weird state at the moment.
Quietly he slipped out of the waiting room and went off to look for a vending machine. Usually he was the loudest and most talkative of the bunch, but right now he needed quiet…and food. Food always helped. He must’ve really been worried, because he hadn’t even noticed Penny come up to him as he slid a dollar into the machine.
“Good morning,” she said in that soft voice he’d recognize anywhere.
“Hey.”
“How’s your sister?”
“Enzo said that they’ll be prepping her for a C-section soon,” he responded without looking back. When the bag of cookies fell down, he reached into the machine to grab it. “And you? Any update on the news? On your stepdad?” he said, finally turning around to meet her warm brown eyes.
“I don’t know. I don’t have Internet at home, and you’ve seen my phone.” She looked at him, her eyes lacking the gleam that he’d gotten a glimpse of on occasion. It was as if the light had been turned off. He didn’t like that blank look. It screamed of hopelessness.
“Are you okay?” she asked, worried about him when she looked so lost herself. “You don’t look okay.”
He shrugged as he stuffed a cookie into his mouth. “Two butterballs are about to come barreling out of my sister’s, uh…” He winced and pointed to Penny’s nether regions. “That’s gotta hurt,” he said with a genuine look of concern. “I don’t like knowin’ my sister’s about to be in pain. Or worse, in surgery.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. That was her way. She was quiet and introspective. “So you’re scared,” she finally remarked.
“Nervous,” he quickly corrected her.
“You’re a good brother,” Penny assured him. “Don’t worry. I know she’ll be fine. I’ve been praying and—”
“And what? Praying solves everything for you? Doesn’t look like it’s been doing you a helluva lot of good. No offense or anything,” he added.
Almost as soon as he said it, he saw the hurt in her eyes and regretted it. She physically flinched at his words. She pivoted around to walk away, but he grabbed her by the arm. “Wait, Pen—”
“Travis!” Violet yelled from the lobby, interrupting him.
As soon as he ran back, he saw a tearstained Enzo wearing a loopy grin that looked somewhere between terrified and ecstatic. Quickly he led the group upstairs to JL’s room, where she was holding two tiny babies.
“Guys, meet Heather and Trip Silva,” Enzo croaked, his voice thick with emotion. Everyone fawned over the tiny babies. “Even though they’re a little early, they’re healthy and big enough that they don’t need to be in the NICU.”
Violet nudged Travis forward, and hesitantly he approached his sister and the babies. “I can’t believe I have a niece and a nephew,” Travis said, his eyes smarting. “Are you sure they’re okay? They’re so tiny.”
“Five pounds nine ounces and six pounds. They’re perfectly fine,” JL said.
Travis stood close and looked at the most beautiful babies he’d ever seen. Well, really, the only babies he’d ever seen up close.
JL carefully handed Heather to the nurse, who placed her in a small rolling bassinet, and then gave her little Trip, who went into another bassinet. “I have to get them all checked and then Mom and Dad can see them again,” the nurse said. Enzo looked hesitant to let them go, but finally relented. Everyone except Travis left, too, wanting to give the new parents a little privacy.
“So, JL, how you doin’?” Travis asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.
She smiled wearily. “I’m fine.”
Enzo broke in. “I am in awe of your sister. She did so well. I’m a little concerned that the first words the twins heard were a very colorful combination of curse words, but other than that, everything went okay.”
Travis promised his sister and Enzo he’d be back after JL had had a chance to rest a little, and then he went outside to the hallway, where he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. His head was spinning. Ten minutes ago he hadn’t thought he liked kids. Now, well…it wasn’t like he wanted kids, but meeting those tiny little people who were related to him—the only other blood relatives he had, aside from JL—got him all choked up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He felt a small, warm hand on his biceps. “They’re beautiful, Travis. Congratulations,” Penny said.
He took a deep breath before opening his eyes and turning to face her. “Penny, again, I’m sorry I was a dick earlier. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m not usually so short-fused. It’s the stress of…well, everything. But that’s not an excuse. I’m not used to religious people, and I got defensive or uncomfortable—I’m not even sure which.”
“It’s fine. I understand. I’m not judging you. I know that praying doesn’t resolve everything, but I like to think that putting my faith in something greater helps me get through tough times.” She looked down at the mint green vinyl tile. “I know you’re mad at me, Travis. I get that and I am sorry, truly. I don’t regret sleeping with you; aside from Belle’s birth, it was probably the best night of my life. I do, however, regret that I hurt you. I didn’t think you liked me enough that my omission would’ve hurt you, but I see that it did. And, again, truly, I’m sorry.” Having said her piece, she gave him a smile. Together they went back downstairs to join their friends.
When they reentered the waiting room, Penny borrowed Violet’s phone. After a few scrolls, she handed it back to Violet.
“Did you find anything new?” he asked, guessing that she’d been checking online with Violet’s phone.
“No. Maybe you were right and it’ll all be okay,” she said.
“Is JL sleeping now?” Violet asked.
“She said she was going to try to rest,” Travis reported. “But I had to get out of there,” he joked. “She gave me way too much information about what had to be sewn up down there.”
As he was speaking, he saw Penny slip out of the room and head toward the elevators.
Even though none of this was his fault, he still felt terrible about it. He caught up to her and joined her in the elevator just as the doors closed.
“So, where’s the kid?” he asked as they descended.
“Belle’s with my neighbor. She watches her when I work.”
“I’ll drop you off at your house.”
She began to fiddle with the pearls around her neck as she stepped out of the elevator. “I think I’m just going to take the bus.”
“Penny, ge
t in my truck. I’m too tired to argue,” he said wearily.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” he said. “Come on.”
Chapter 7
After Travis dropped her off, Penny went over to her neighbor’s to pick up Belle.
“Hello there, dear.” The elderly woman opened the door wide. “Go on back and get her. She’s playing with that teddy bear she loves.”
Penny walked back and paused to watch Belle playing with the old bear. It hurt so much that she had to spend so much time working and away from her daughter. Now that she had a better work situation and would have more time, she’d make sure to go more often to the park with Belle.
Just then Belle saw her and held out her arms. With a smile, Penny went to pick her up and give her a cuddle.
“Did you hear that Jamie Lynn had the babies last night?” Penny asked as she grabbed Sarabelle’s belongings.
“Sure did,” Ms. Hannigan answered. “Lidia’s husband knows the janitor at St. Joseph’s, and he called him, and then Lidia called me.”
Penny chuckled. “Small-town life, huh?”
“Sure is. Also heard you got yourself a new job.”
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