She still opens the cupboards when Travis isn't looking even though he dumped all of the alcohol the day they found out she was pregnant. She knows he's reluctant to leave her home alone but he doesn't have a choice. Money has to come from somewhere.
It's Sunday morning when Katie wakes up because someone is pulling her from the comfy spot on the couch she had fallen asleep in and into strong arms. She opens her eyes to a squint, hoping she'll be able to go back to sleep once she determines who is carrying her.
"Travis?" she croaks. "Where've you been all night?"
He looks at her. A look passes over his face but she can't place it. Finally, he tells her, "I got a second job. They asked me to start right away."
She processes the information slowly. Sand fills the crevices of her brain and wraps it in thoughts of more sleep.
Travis places her on their bed and pulls her favorite fluffy white blanket over her. He starts unbuttoning the stiff brown collared shirt he's wearing. When he pulls a plain white collared shirt on in its place, Katie furrows her brows.
"You should come lay down. Get some sleep." I won't touch you. She adds the last bit in her mind.
He groans. "Can't." He doesn't look at her. "Got called into the office."
"But it's your day off!"
"Can't afford those anymore," he replies. "Not with twins on the way."
"Trav –"
"Go back to sleep, Katie." With that he's out the door.
