I woke up almost 2 hours later. I sat up some and stretched, yawning in the process. It was around 6, and the sun was beginning to set. I slipped out of the bed and went back downstairs. To my surprise, Travis was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, eating some take out. Did he ever leave? I cleared my throat he turned his head in my direction.
"Still here?" I laughed some.
"Yeah." He slurped a noodle into his mouth. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay.."
"I'm a big girl." I smiled. "I'm fine, promise."
"Don't care." He chuckled. "Regina instructed me to make sure you were safe. And that's what I'm going to do."
"Hmph, okay." I shrugged. "Is this one mine?" I pointed to the second bag of food.
He nodded and I sat down next to him and took the food out. As soon as I grabbed my fork, I started stuffing my face. I was starving. The entire plane ride I had only had a cookie. My cheeks blushed with red realizing Travis was staring at me in shock. It had only been about 5 minutes and half of my plate was gone. I swallowed the mouthful of food and blushed harder.
"Lil hungry ass." He laughed. "Should've brought you another plate."
"No, it's fine." I giggled. "I haven't ate today so, I was super hungry. I don't normally eat like that."
"Good." He wiped his mouth. "Can't be babysitting no gremlin."
"Shush." I playfully hit his arm.
We finished eating and he took the trash and put it on the trash can. I got up from the barstool and went to the sofa, stretching out on one of the large pillows. Travis sat next to me and I propped my feet up in his lap. He playfully rolled his eyes and I laughed.
"Tell me about yourself." He licked his lips.
"What do you wanna know?" I asked.
"Anything you wanna tell me." He rested his hands on my leg. "Just tryna get to know you better since Im your babysitter."
"Stop saying that." I rolled my eyes. "But okay."
Honestly, I needed this moment. To just release everything. I took a deep breath and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear before speaking. Once my mouth opened, I didn't stop talking. I told him everything, and every detail. I told him about Jim, Zoey, everything. He just sat there and listened to every word I said to him. That's what I needed, I needed someone to just sit and listen to all of my problems. From being molested, to losing the love of my life. By the time I was finished, my face was stained with tears and I knew I had mascara running down my face. Travis sighed heavily and grabbed a few tissues from the tissue box on the small stand next to him. He pulled me closer to him and wiped my face. I barely knew him but, I could feel that he truly cared.
"Stop crying alright?" He sighed. "You too pretty to be crying. Just look at where you at right now, away from all that bullshit. You living the life up here Savannah. All these modeling jobs Regina has ready for you, you'll get big fast. You and your baby are gonna be fine. And just like I told Regina, I'll be here to support you through all of it. Okay?" He held my face up with his fingers.
I nodded and laid against his chest. He was so warm and his cologne smelled like heaven. I needed to be held. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and moved pieces of hair off of the side of my face. In minutes, I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of breakfast. I smiled at the thought, knowing Travis was still here. I ran my fingers through my hair as I traveled down to the bathroom. I completed all my daily hygiene and changed into a simple sweatshirt and shorts. I jogged down the steps and into the open kitchen, seeing Travis dance around to the song playing from the radio while he flipped the bacon. I giggled some and he immediately stopped, not paying attention to the bacon and got burned by a piece of grease that popped onto him.
"Oh shit!" He screamed and started holding onto his arm.
I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. I ran over to the bacon and quickly flipped it then turned back to him. He was mean mugging me while rubbing his arm. I mean, everybody gets popped by grease. I'm so used to it, it doesn't even hurt anymore. I'm guessing Travis doesn't do this often.
"Is the poor teddy bear okay?" I fake pouted then started laughing.
"I'm fine, gremlin." He rolled his eyes. "Shit hurt like hell."
"You didn't have to cook me breakfast." I slightly blushed, sitting on a barstool. "I could've ate a granola bar or something."
"Nah, you got a busy day today." He fixed my plate and slid it to me along with a cup of orange juice. "You have your first photo shoot with a small magazine downtown today. They want you to do a spread for a new fashion line coming out soon."
"Oo, sounds fun." I tapped my nails against the counter.
"I don't have to tell you to eat fast because I already know you will." He chuckled.
I flipped him off and started eating. Travis washed the dirty dishes and cleaned off the counters. I finished up my plate and went to get dressed. I took off my shorts and replaced them with a pair of jeans and stuck my feet into a pair of my sneakers. I came back down, and Travis was already waiting for me. We went out to his car and he drove me to a studio a couple blocks down from the apartment. We walked into the building and Travis introduced me to the stylist. She took me over to a rack of clothes and I chose the ones that were my favorite. Next, I was taken into a room where my makeup and hair was done. I was done almost 2 hours later. I came out of the room and went in front of the camera.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Travis watching intently, a smile on his face. That only urged me to grow even more excited about this middling business. This was going to be something great...
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