Page 112 of Love and Memories

His mission in life was to provide a safe home for her and Ariana. He’d do anything to make sure they were not only protected but happy.

When he looked up, Bella’s eyes glistened in the light from the lamp beside him.

“Travis, that was beautiful.” She covered her mouth with both hands and started to cry.

Pushing the guitar aside, he gathered her in his arms. “You okay?”

“It’s the stupid hormones. I swear I’m happy. It’s a good thing.”

Travis hadn’t cried since he was a kid, and crying from happiness wasn’t something he’d even known existed until Bella did it. Was it a pregnancy thing or was it something she did other times too?

Either way, it was his mission to fill her with enough happiness that it overflowed.

Travis wiped the tears from her face, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ll never get enough of hearing you play and sing.”

“Maybe one day you can do the singing. It’s not my favorite part.”

She looked up at him and sniffed. “I think I can do that. I’m a little rusty though.”

Travis pressed a kiss to her warm lips. “You’re perfect.”

She rolled her eyes before kissing him again. Every place they touched zinged with electricity. He couldn’t get enough of her.

He never would. He knew exactly what he wanted, and that was to spend the rest of his life with Bella.

She broke the kiss and stood, backing away from him with a wide smile. “We have to get going or the Bensons are going to worry about us.”

Travis stood, following her toward the kitchen. “We’re not in a hurry. They’ll understand if we’re a little late.”

She put her hands up between them as she backed up, laughing as she retreated. “I don’t want to lose my job.”

Travis stopped his pursuit and sat at the kitchen table. She was laughing, but he’d just remembered what Gunner had done to her. He never wanted her to feel pressured or helpless.

She turned and poured coffee from the carafe into two thermoses. “You need to add a few layers of clothing before we head out.”

Yep. She was going to be a great mom. “Are you sure you’re okay to work today? I know yesterday was really hard. You could take a day to rest.”

Bella shook her head. “No, I definitely need to work. It keeps my mind from dwelling on things.”

Travis stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. “If you’re sure.”

“Positive. Now go layer up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed a gray thermal shirt from his bag and quickly put it on in the bathroom. When he stepped out, she was waiting at the door with her coat and boots on, carrying their thermoses.

“You’re ready to get going this morning,” Travis said as he grabbed his coat.

“I went to sleep just after six pm. I got plenty of sleep.”

He followed her to the passenger side of the truck, opened her door, and offered her a hand as she climbed in. Her belly was getting bigger now, and she was slower and more careful as she moved around these days.

He closed the door and rounded to his side of the truck. Waking up with Bella, sharing morning coffee, and heading to work together was the perfect life. This was exactly what he wanted.

In a few months, she’d have a baby, and their lives could be perfect in a different way. They could be married. She wouldn’t have to work unless she wanted to. She was free of the club’s clutches, and she could do whatever she wanted.

Bella poked his arm as he started the truck. “What are you smiling about?”

“Just thinking about how awesome life is and how I can’t wait to see what comes next for us.”

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