35. Trevor
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
TREVOR
“ A bsolutely not,” Willa huffs. I’m having a hard time meeting her stare, making it as far as the crossed arms she slams into place. I’m beating myself up enough for putting her through this. If I look in her eyes and see resentment, it will absolutely break me.
I sigh and drag a hand down my face. “Just get in the wheelchair, Willa.”
“Maya said minimal walking is fine. I can walk.”
Hitching her purple backpack up on my shoulders, I release another sigh.
I’m fucking tired as hell, and really don’t have the energy to argue this out in the middle of the airport.
“Sit down, or I’ll carry you through the terminal.
Your choice.” I look at her then, and the hardness in her eyes turns to surprise before she blinks it away and plops into the wheelchair.
“You’re ridiculous, Trevor.”
“Back atcha, Willa,” I grumble, taking the handles and wheeling her down the corridor. I check my watch as we join the throng of travelers, everyone in a frenzy to reach their destinations before the workweek starts tomorrow. “Are you hungry?”
“No,” she snaps.
She’s been in the sourest mood since we left the ranch.
After all I’ve put her through, I don’t blame her.
What could I even say? Everything was perfect before I suggested one last tryst. If I could take back the last twenty-four hours just to avoid hurting her and the baby, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
You fucked everything up . Blinking against the images in my head, I bite the retort on my tongue, despite knowing it’ll only make whatever is happening right now worse.
“What about when I have to pee? You gonna wheel me in the bathroom and post up outside the stall?” Willa’s independent streak is back with a vengeance, as if she didn’t just see the blood clot threatening our child’s life.
Everything out of her mouth has been a direct challenge to my trying to help her.
“If I have to.” I stop at the small food court and glance ahead to see how far away our gate is. We still have time before boarding, so I’ll grab her some food and she can decide whether she wants to eat while we wait.
“I said I’m not hungry…” Willa looks over her shoulder and tracks me as I walk around to face her.
She’s been trying to bait me into arguments all morning, and when I don’t respond, she rolls her eyes and mumbles obscenities under her breath.
Arguing with her is the last thing I want.
I hate seeing her upset, and fighting with her will give her even more cause to hate me. You’re the reason …
Leaving her and her attitude at a table, my frustration puffs from my lips as I walk to the register.
We haven’t eaten since leaving the ranch a few hours ago.
Despite her denial, I know she’s hungry, and likely even more exhausted than I am.
Her body’s the one going through all of this.
I just want to pull her into a hug, but the hard set to her jaw as I hand her the foil-wrapped breakfast burrito is enough of a spiky warning to remind me this is all my fault.
Her glare is as withering as it used to be, as if the past week meant nothing to her.
She doesn’t want me to touch her. You never should have happened .
We eat without a word, and even though the terminal is bustling with travelers, her silence echoes through me, amplifying the berating in my head .
Once we get to the seats at our gate, I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly, tipping my head back as if doing so will silence the droning in my mind. This is your fault , Trevor . You’re the reason everything’s fucked .
“Thank you…” Willa’s softened voice snaps my head back up. She stares at her lap. “I was hungry, and it helped.”
“Sure thing.”
Adjusting in the chair, she turns toward me. “I really can walk. I’ll have to do it when we land in LA, anyway.”
“Nope. You won’t. I’m coming to LA with you.”
“Why?” The edge is back in her voice, like I just told her I’m taking away her driving privileges. “It’s Sunday. You go home on Sundays.”
“Maya got through to your doctor on the emergency line. Dr. Quentin’s meeting us early tomorrow morning for an urgent appointment.”
“Us? Don’t you work tomorrow?”
“Took an extra personal day.”
“You can’t keep doing that! I can go to this appointment on my own, Trevor. It’s not a big dea?—”
“No, Willa. You’re not going alone.”
“But—”
“Cope!” I stand and walk toward the large wall of windows, growling out my frustration as I go.
Her fighting me on this right now rubs me the wrong way.
I just need a minute to fucking breathe.
Why can’t she get this through her head ?
After everything we’ve been through, she still questions my dedication to be there for her ?
Because she doesn’t want you , idiot .
I know she blames me for this. How could she not? Hell, I blame myself. Everything was fine until I touched her. It was all perfect until me.