These moments were her favorite, the
ones where silence surrounded her and the outside world rushed past
her. She sat on the love seat under the window and watched as the sky
darkened into a lilac color. Tiffany's job was to be a nanny, a child
chaser; the reason she took the job was because the family traveled
on the road with the dad, who was a guitarist in a popular country
music band. She could feel her eyes getting heavier, but just as her
mind allowed her a moment of silence, she felt the churning in her
stomach and bile in her esophagus.
Bumping into Joe Don, Tiffany rushed
to the closet sized bathroom and felt all of her insides slide up and
out of her mouth. Taking a few deep breaths, she wiped her mouth off
with the back of her hand and flushed the toilet. She hoped the noise
wouldn't wake anyone asleep on the bus.
“Hey, are you feeling okay?”
“Ah!” Tiffany put her hand to her
chest, “You scared me. I forgot you were there... yes, I'm okay;
thank you.”
Joe Don raises his eyebrow, but
doesn't say anything else, as he goes to get a water from the
mini-fridge and head back to bed. Tiffany waited to hear the backroom
door shut before she left the bathroom and went to sit back on the
love seat. She had told herself she would wait until she was married.
She had made it through high school and college without a single
temptation. Her mind couldn't think of another reason why she would
be vomiting at three in the morning, but she knew she had to found
out the cause before it was too late to handle.
As the bus pulled into the lot,
Tiffany was busy cleaning up the breakfast area. Their parents were
just now waking up, but the three young toddlers, four, two, and six
months old, had been awake since six in the morning. Running on two
hours of sleep, Tiffany couldn't wait until they parked, then she
could say her good byes and head for her car. She had the next two
weeks off because the band was taking a break to work on their album,
which meant the dads could watch the hellions while their moms were
at work and vice versa. Joe Don slipped out of the back room in sweat
pants and a hoodie, if he wasn't such a stand up guy, Tiffany could
see herself getting into this mess with him instead of his bandmate.
He had curly, short, auburn hair, a scruffy beard; he was lean and
tall, and he worked out everyday for thirty minutes in the morning,
four-thirty to be exact. Tiffany had trained herself to be a morning
person just so she could watch him.
“I can finish the rest. Enjoy your
break, don't do anything I wouldn't do.” As he winked, Tiffany
tried to give him a sly smile, as she rushed back to the bathroom and
preceded to empty her stomach of the three crackers and water she had
downed for breakfast just for show.
She walked out of the bathroom a
little dizzy and steadied herself along the wall.
“Are you okay to drive? Maybe you
should have a friend drive you to the doctor?” Joe Don wrung the
dish towel out in the sink and crossed his arms.
“I'm really okay. I just need some
rest and Netflix.” She hugged the babies goodbye and walked down
the steps, out of the bus.
The sun shone brightly into her eyes,
just as she headed towards her car. While sitting in the drivers
seat, she watched Joe Don's bandmates, Gary and Jay, reunite with
their wives and children. Jay was newly married and adopted his
wife's five year old son. Allison was a beautiful blonde bombshell,
that oozed money, beauty, and business. Young Maxwell was just strung
along, unwillingly; he hated his life and wanted nothing to do with
his mother who had no time for him. Tiffany's eyes rested on
something easier to look at: Gary. He was a good six foot tall, had
blonde spiky hair, and great muscles and a tan from tending his farm
at home when he's off the road.
He had been married for ten years, and
his children were a bit older: nine and seven. The two little
brunette darlings rushed from the car as it barely stopped and ran to
Gary's open arms. He crushed them into a bear hug, breathing them in.
They were the apple of his eye. He didn't let them go, until his wife
crossed the parking lot to where he was standing, near the bus, and
brushed his shoulder with her hand. She was probably four foot tall,
looked like a child compared to Gary. He needed a woman in his life,
not just a baby maker. Tiffany was ready to fill that spot in his
life until they had gone to far, and now she was fairly certain she
was just another baby maker for him.
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