Page 88 of Love and Memories

“Good. We’ll be on our way as soon as we finish packing up here.”

“You need a hand?” Nathan asked.

“No, but thanks for the offer. She doesn’t have any furniture yet, so we’ll just be moving clothes and small stuff.”

Nathan tipped his chin. “See you soon.”

“Take care.”

Travis knocked gently on the front door and stepped inside. Anna stood in front of a mirror in the living area, applying lipstick.

“Good morning,” she sang.

“Morning.”

“I’m in here!” Bella shouted from the kitchen.

“Has Nathan already left?” Anna asked.

Travis hung his coat by the door. “Just drove off.”

“Good. I’ll call as soon as I get off work to see if you still need some help.”

Bella walked into the room wearing a bright smile. Her sandy-blonde hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail, and she wore a loose-fitting sweater and jeans. “Thanks, but this really shouldn’t take long.”

Bella was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, hands down. She didn’t have high cheekbones or manicured nails, but she had a radiance about her that stopped him in his tracks every time he saw her.

She met him in the center of the room and practically jumped into his arms. He bent to kiss her, and his plans to greet her with a smooth, slow kiss vanished when their lips met.

The forty-eight hours he spent away from Bella were the toughest.

“That’s my cue. Bye!” Anna said as she slipped out the door.

Bella giggled. “I think we ran her off.”

“I make no apologies,” Travis said before pressing another kiss to her forehead. “How did you sleep?”

“Great. I’m almost finished packing up the last of it. Will you get the biscuits out of the oven when the timer goes off?”

“Sure.”

They started walking their separate ways, but Bella grabbed his hand, turning his attention back to her.

“Hey. I missed you. A lot,” she said with a smile.

Man, he could get used to this. He’d thought about her every minute they were apart. Thankfully, the feelings weren’t one-sided. “I missed you too.”

She practically skipped off to her bedroom, and Travis headed to the kitchen to investigate the breakfast situation. He pulled the biscuits out of the oven and slathered a couple of them with butter since that was how Bella preferred hers.

When everything was ready, he gently knocked on Bella’s bedroom door. “Breakfast is served.”

She zipped her toothbrush into a bag and tossed it into a suitcase. “Good. That’s the last of it.”

Travis followed her back to the kitchen. “It shouldn’t take us long to drop this off, and we can run to Blackwater Restoration to get a bedframe and a mattress.”

“And a couch,” Bella added.

They sat at the table and prayed. Even though Bella’s trouble with morning sickness had slacked off, he still watched to make sure she could keep her breakfast down.

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