บททั้งหมดของ She's My Faith: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Making memories. It’s all a girl ever wants for herself. Faith Hilton had conquered Gunner Travis’ heart back in middle school; the track star falling for her beauty and kindness. She had finally given her own heart to him in high school, and she has been happy ever since. Gunner was a passionate dreamer, a stubborn man, and a heartthrob. But it didn’t matter, because he was all hers. Today, four years later, they are still together and now have a beautiful baby girl. She is proof of their love. A family was all Faith wanted, and now her dream has come true. Palmer Wright, her best friend, was marrying Christopher Melbourne, the love of her life, and she’s her maid of honor. She remembered when he arrived in town, shy and introverted. Palmer had saved him from the school bullies, making it her mission to be in his life forever. Even though four years of being apart had been torture for them. Making precious memories. “What are you thinking?” Palmer asked, looking at herself

Faith stood on their porch, seeing his truck disappear in the distance before she walked back into the house and sat Cheyenne down in her high chair. “Ma-ma!” she said, excitedly tapping her hands on the table while she waited for her breakfast. “Yes, sweetheart. It will be ready soon,” Faith replied, grabbing some fruit from the fridge and instant oatmeal from the cupboard. While the oats cooked in the microwave, she cut the apples and pears on a wooden cutting board, turning towards her daughter soon after. “Here, princess.” She put the fruits in front of her, cooling down the oats before putting them on the table as well. Sitting down in front of Cheyenne, she opened the laptop that she kept on the dining chair and started browsing for fashion schools online where she could apply. Excitement ran through her, and she couldn't wait to be a part of one. After spending a good amount of time searching, she didn’t have as much luck as she hoped. Nothing appealed to her, and for s

The next morning, Gunner heard Cheyenne cry through the baby monitor as he fluttered his eyes open before realizing she had gotten quiet not long later. Gently moving Faith away from his lap, he laid her back down on the couch, making his way towards their daughter’s bedroom to check on her; only to find her unconscious. “Cheyenne?” he called, shaking her softly, thinking she was being a little prankster, but when she didn’t move, he grew anxious. “Cheyenne!” Swiftly picking her up from her crib, he ran towards the truck desperately, while shouting at Faith to wake up. She opened her eyes and saw him get out of the house, his back the last thing she saw as he pushed the screen door open. “What’s wrong, Gunner?” she asked, putting her shoes on as her heart beat erratically, knowing there was something wrong. As soon as she made it into the truck, Gunner handed her their daughter, running around the truck before getting in and driving off. He wasn’t sure how he was even able to g

The days seemed like years for the couple as they waited for a sign that their daughter would be okay. Faith laid next to Cheyenne, stroking her pale chubby cheeks while feeling exhausted from crying and not sleeping enough. Singing her a lullaby song, she was desperate to see her run around as if nothing had happened. It had been torture, and she was ready to go crazy. She heard Gunner walk in with a tray of food from the cafeteria, setting it down on the table next to the bed before wheeling it towards Faith. “Faith, you need to eat something, darling,” he whispered to get her attention without waking Cheyenne up from her nap. She looked at him with tired eyes and a faint smile as she sat up, seeing the hot pastrami sandwich and a chicken salad. “I’m not hungry, Gunner,” she said, her eyes going back to their daughter. “All I want is for her to get better.” He pulled her up from the bed, enveloped her in his arms, and swayed side to side in an attempt to soothe her. The pain a

Palmer woke up with the morning sun sneaking through their silky curtains, stretching her limbs as she sighed contentedly. Rubbing her eyes open, she looked to her side, only to find Christopher sitting at the edge of the bed, groaning. “What’s wrong?” she asked, scooting over to him while covering her naked body with the sheets. They had made love all night, but there was something strange about their passionate moment. It was as if Christopher wasn’t there with her. “Nothing, baby. I guess you just exhausted me last night,” he replied, getting up from the bed, holding back a groan of pain on his penis before heading towards the bathroom to take a shower. Determined to find out what had Christopher acting that way, Palmer put on a bathrobe and followed him. As she opened the door, she saw him standing in the shower, his hand against the wall, and his head hung low. She sighed, took her bathrobe off, and joined him, embracing him from behind as she kissed his back, suddenly conce