Excerpt of Daisy Does It All by Kylie Gilmore

“Don’t call me wifey,” Daisy snapped, marching upstairs to her second floor apartment. “What do you want to be called?” Trav asked, keeping pace with her up the stairs. “I don’t know…honey or sweetie.” She jammed the key in the lock and burst into her apartment. She snatched a baby rattle, some blocks, and a stuffed rabbit off the floor. “Just grab everything.” Trav stood there, doing absolutely nothing. She glanced back at him. “Why aren’t you helping?” He set down his toolbox. “Are you okay, honey-sweetie?” She knew he was joking with the endearment, but it still made her throat go tight over the caring she heard there. She threw the baby toys on the sofa. “I really screwed up.” “How so?” He stepped closer, but didn’t touch her, for which she was thankful. She didn’t want to cave and sob in his arms, letting him take care of everything. Still, she couldn’t help sharing her misery. “I’m pretending to be happily married with a beautiful house and a darling sweet baby on TV!" she exclaimed. "It’s all a lie! I’ll probably crack under the pressure and admit I’m a fraud. Everyone will hate me.” “No, they won’t,” Trav said firmly. “It’ll be fine. Besides, we’ll be happily married the next day.” She shook her head. “This is my worst one yet.” “You’re really doing a number on my ego here.” “Nothing personal,” Daisy rushed to say. He cocked his head. “It’s a little personal.” “I’m sorry. You’ve been a dream through all this. I’m fine. Let’s pack up.” She turned and scooped up the toys off the sofa, yelping in surprise as Trav scooped her up. He settled on the sofa with her on his lap. She dropped the toys and gave him a good glare over her shoulder. “Trav, stop fooling around. We’ve got to get everything set up.” She leaped off his lap. He grabbed her and put her back in place. “We’re gonna take a little trip in the ol Trav time machine.” She fought to get up, but he had her hips clamped firmly in his strong hands. “Stop wiggling, honey-sweetie, or we’re gonna take a very different kind of trip.”