Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I’d been a fool. Because the moment he found out I was pregnant, he stopped his fuckboy ways, and he became serious about manning up and doing right by me and Wyatt. I just hadn’t given him the chance he’d deserved because I’d been too afraid to have my heart broken.
And now look at me.
“Trinity…”
My tears flooded down my cheeks. I dropped my face into my hands, a sob bubbling in my throat. Immediately, the bed dipped, and then, Jimmie was pulling me into his arms, holding me tightly. I sobbed into his chest. “I’m so scared,” I cried. “I can’t sleep because I’m scared, Jimmie.”
He began a very gentle rocking motion as his hands ran up and down my back. “He can’t touch you here, baby,” he promised. “I’ll never let him.”
I sniffled. “I know that,” I croaked. “Logically, I know that. But my body and the fear response in my brain doesn’t know that. I can’t sleep because I’m terrified he’s going to walk through that door and r-rape me all over again.”
Jimmie made a wounded noise in the back of his throat as he clutched me tighter. “I’ll kill him before he touches you again.” Gripping my chin, he tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at him through my tears. “Remember these words, baby. I will fucking kill him before he ever touches you again.”
Believing him, I nodded and tucked my head beneath his chin, wrapping my arms around his torso. He held me tightly again, neither of us saying a word, but we didn’t need to. Because his promise to me and the conviction behind that promise had my heart rate slowing and my eyelids drooping.
Right there in Jimmie’s arms was the safest I’d felt since my ex had brutally attacked and violated me. And I was going to take every bit of comfort and safety Jimmie was offering me and wrap myself up in it.
Chapter Eight
Jimmie
My back was aching something fierce. I grunted as I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my guest room and the woman practically sprawled on top of me while she slept. Her lips were parted, and she was quietly snoring. One of her arms was buried between my back and the pillow I was leaning against, and her other arm was draped over my torso, her hand dangling over the edge of the bed. Her head was on my chest, and one of her legs was thrown over both of mine.
Smiling softly, I reached up to push her hair back from her face. She didn’t even budge, nor did her breathing pattern change. She was finally sleeping like she needed. I just hoped I could move from the bed without waking her. Wyatt would be up soon, and he would need breakfast. But if I could stay in bed with her all fucking day and just hold her while she slept, I would one-hundred percent do that.
I gently rolled her to the side, being extra slow and careful about it as I did so. She grunted but otherwise stayed asleep. Once she was on her back, I got up, then did my best to pull the blankets out from under her and cover her with them. She turned her head to face me, but her eyes still didn’t open, and her breathing didn’t change.
She was downright exhausted. I knew she was, and she needed to get some sleep. I sure as fuck hadn’t minded holding her while she finally rested. I’d hold her for eternity if she let me.
Brushing a kiss to her forehead, I slipped from the room, then headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Trinity always used to make fun of me for refusing to get a Keurig, but I drank way too much coffee each morning to just use a Keurig. This was much more efficient for me because once the pot was made, I could just pour myself a cup from there on out. It was almost like instant gratification.
Wyatt stumbled from his room clutching his blanket and his favorite shark stuffie just as I was mixing pancake mix with chocolate chips added—his favorite breakfast. He blinked up at me with the same hazel eyes I had, then yawned so wide, I was surprised his jaw didn’t just pop off and drop to the ground at his feet.
“I’m hungry, Daddy.”
I held up the bowl I was mixing pancake batter in. “I’m working on it, kiddo. Grab a juice from the fridge and go find something on TV until I’m done.”
He nodded. “Is Mommy still here?” he asked as he yanked open the fridge door and leaned in to grab one of his juice boxes.
“Yep, Mommy is still here,” I assured him, not thinking anything of his question since she usually wasn’t here while he was. When he passed me his juice, I took it from him so I could punch the straw through the box for him.