moment that Trevor had returned from the twenty-four hour pharmacy, she’d popped two pills, chased them down with a sip of water and immediately regretted it.
“I know he did, sweetheart, but I think this will work,” Trevor promised in a cooing tone that had her opening her eyes just so that she could glare at him.
“How exactly can you make that promise?” she demanded, scowling at the bastard that had done this to her even as she reached out and grudgingly took the pills from him.
“Because this time I skipped your doctor and went straight to Uncle Ethan,” he explained as though that meant something special to her.
“How exactly does that help me?” she had to ask as she forced the pill in her mouth, squeezed her eyes shut and accepted a sip of ginger ale from the impregnating bastard all while trying not to remember what happened the last time a pill slid down her throat.
“Because I refused to leave him alone until he wrote you a prescription for the good shit,” he said, sounding unconcerned as she blindly reached out and slapped her hands against the side of the tub, waiting for the moment when she would pray for death, but…
It never came.
“Oh my God,” she mumbled, opening her eyes and taking her first relieved breath in hours since Trevor had offered her an egg salad sandwich, which had triggered some unholy reaction in her body and had sent her running for the bathroom in the first place.
“Better?” Trevor asked with an approving smile as he held the cup of ginger ale to her.
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured in agreement as she took a slow sip of the cold soda, nearly moaning in relief when the action didn’t cause her stomach to rebel. “Much better,” she agreed on a sigh, placing a hand over her sore stomach while he pulled the cup away.
“Why don’t we get you out of there and in something a little more comfortable?” Trevor suggested with a sympathetic murmur that took her by surprise and made her feel so special, because she knew without a doubt that he really loved her and their unborn babies.
Sniffling back a sob, she shot him a grateful smile and allowed him to help her out of the tub. When he wrapped her in a large fluffy towel, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from doing something silly like crying, something that she was afraid that she was going to end up doing a lot over the next five months.
“I love you, Trevor,” she found herself saying, unable to keep so much emotion to herself, not right now.
God, she was pathetic, she thought with a sniffle even as she sent him a shy, watery smile, unable to believe just how lucky she’d been to find someone so sweet and kind like Trevor.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” Trevor said soothingly as he wrapped another towel around her and pulled her close so that he could hold her. “I love you so much, Zoe,” he said, making her smile even as she sniffled and closed her eyes, content on staying in the arms of the sweetest man alive.
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“You. Sick. Bastard!” Zoe snapped, unable to believe that the man trying to drag her away from the kitchen table was the same man who’d held her and whispered how much he loved her as he kissed her only an hour ago.
“Let go, Zoe,” Trevor said firmly, reaching over to wrestle the maple syrup coated fork out of her hand.
“No!” she screamed, reluctantly giving up her slippery hold on the fork and grabbed a handful of syrup soaked Eggo waffles, desperate for the buttery sustenance, and took a large, satisfying bite as Trevor continued to pull her away from the table and towards the front door.
“We’ll grab food afterwards,” Trevor calmly explained as she struggled to get free and grab the last waffle.
“Just let me finish!” she begged, close to crying when it became obvious that she was never going to get a chance to enjoy that delicious Eggo waffle in all its syrupy glory.
“I’ll feed you after the ceremony. I promise,” Trevor said, but she wasn’t listening as she went limp and let him drag her away.
“My waffle,” she whispered with a little sniffle as she was carried outside and loaded in Trevor’s truck where she sadly nibbled on the handful of waffle that she’d managed to save.
“At least we know the pill works,” Trevor said, sounding oddly triumphant as she sat there, nibbling on her handful of waffle as she glared at him.
“I hate you,” she bit out evenly, never sure of anything more in her life.
“Sure you do,” he murmured in agreement, not really sounding all that concerned as he slowly backed out of the driveway.
“I do,” she mumbled, feeling her bottom lip start to tremble as she finished her last bite of waffle and absently accepted the handful of wet naps that Trevor held out to her.
“I know you do, sweetheart,” Trevor said, pausing by a stop sign to help clean her hands for her so that she could sit there, trying not to break down in tears, again.
When her hands were freshly cleaned, she folded her arms over her chest and glared out the window, struggling not to cry and it was working too, until he reached over and took her hand into his. As soon as he touched her, she lost it.
“Aw, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Trevor said softly as he pulled the truck over, set it in park, somehow managed to unbuckle her seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap. “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetheart.”
“N-no, it’s not,” she sobbed against his shirt, wondering why she couldn’t seem to stop crying. She felt like she was going crazy. One minute she felt like she was going to be sick, the next she felt like she’d starve to death if she didn’t eat everything in sight, then the next she couldn’t stop crying because she was happy, sad, tired and even cried when she was hungry. She couldn’t seem to stop crying, and God, how she really wished that she could stop crying.
“You’re just tired, Zoe,” he explained as he held her, kissing her forehead in a way that mildly pleased her.
Sniffle. “I am a little tired,” she admitted with another sniffle.
“I know, baby. I know,” Trevor said soothingly as he gently placed her back on her seat and carefully pulled her seatbelt back on her. “Why don’t you close your eyes? We’ll make this quick so that we can get you back home and in bed. How does that sound? Hmmm?”
Biting her lip, because she was honestly afraid that if she opened her mouth that she was going to further humiliate herself by turning into a blubbering idiot, she nodded and closed her eyes, deciding that perhaps a little nap was exactly what she needed. Snuggling against the door, she released a little yawn as she settled in for a refreshing nap.
As she felt Trevor pull back into traffic, something occurred to her, something that she should have wondered when he’d rushed her to get dressed, downstairs and out the door at barely six in the morning on their day off.
“Where exactly are we going?”
“To the courthouse,” Trevor explained, sounding unconcerned as she sat there, frowning and wondering why they were heading to the courthouse on the weekend when he went ahead and cleared things up for her.
“I figured we’d get married and just get it over with,” he said with a shrug.
Chapter 2
“No.”
Sighing, he reached for her hand, “Zoe, if you would just listen. I-”
“No,” the stubborn woman said with her arms folded over her chest as she continued to glare at the vending machine in front of them.
Shoving his fingers through his hair, he looked over at his uncle and cousins, but the useless bastards simply continued to stand there, munching on their snacks, watching to see how he was going to handle Zoe without her going for his balls, which he’d technically already given her permission to do.
“We’re not speaking,” she bit out when he opened his mouth to try and smooth things over.
Clearing his throat, he shot his Uncle Jared a questioning glance only to find his uncle, leaning back against the back door, nibbling on a bag of Cheetos and looking bored. Great, so much for getting help convincing the woman that he loved that marrying him was for the be
st. Reluctantly, he shot a glance over to his cousin Jason to find him sitting on one of the wooden benches lining the walls, watching him with what could only be described as a smug expression and letting Trevor know that he wasn’t going to lift a finger to make this any easier for him.
Great.
Just fucking great.
“I’m wearing my oversized grey sweatpants and one of your old tee shirts,” she bit out, every single syllable somehow filled with more rage than the last, which he’d have to admit, was actually impressive.
Frowning, because he was sure that he was missing something important here, he looked over her baggy outfit, not really seeing the problem and shrugged.
It was perhaps the single dumbest thing that he’d ever done in his life.
Her mouth slowly closed until it was obvious that she was clenching her jaw tightly shut as her eyes narrowed on him. She considered him for a long minute, making him wish for the first time in his life that he’d made a habit of wearing an athletic cup, but before he had a chance to cover his balls and drop to the ground where he would most likely curl up into a fetal position, she took them all by surprise.
She cried.