runs to the wardrobe and swings the doors open and starts pulling out sweaters and jeans. They’re the most beautiful clothes I have ever seen.
“And shoes!” he shrieks. He runs over and grabs three boxes and pulls out a pair of black Nike high tops, and another two expensive pairs of runners.
I stare at him as my brain freezes. Owen is so excited, and who am I to take this away from him? “That’s nice, baby,” I push out. “You’re a lucky boy.”
Owen remembers something else. “Oh!” he yells. “And I got a cap.” He runs over to the bed and puts on a Lakers cap and beams. “Because Dad said we go for the Lakers now.”
His cuteness gets me this time and I smile. “Did you say thank you, baby?”
“Thank you.” He smiles as he swings his arms goofily beside him.
“You’re welcome, buddy.” Cameron smiles.
I stand for a moment with my arms folded and look between the two of them. “Whose car is that?” I ask.
“Mine. Well… ours. I bought it to stay with Owen.”
I frown. “What?’
“Well, you can have the car when you have Owen, and I will have the car when I have Owen.”
I stare at him as time stands still. How often does he think he’s going to have him?
“Oh.” I have no words. “What’s wrong with my car?”
“Your car’s a bomb, Mom,” Owen interrupts.
I glare at him. “My car is a good car. There is nothing wrong with my car and cut the entitled business, mister,” I snap.
Owen withers and Cameron frowns.
“I had to buy a car anyway, and I won’t be driving it when I don’t have Owen so you can have it.”
I nod and I know I should say thank you, but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say it.
“That won’t be necessary. Owen and I will be driving in my car,” I reply coldly. I turn and walk toward the door. “I’ll be downstairs.” I turn and face them. “And no jumping on the bed.”
“Can you come over to my house for ten minutes with Owen?” Cameron asks.
I frown.
“If… if you don’t want to come, you don’t have to, but I just wanted to show Owen my house.”
I stare at him. He has a car now. He can take him when he wants. “Yes, I will come,” I reply. He’s not going there without me. No way in hell.
We pull up in the driveway of Cameron’s house.
“This is it.” He smiles into the rear view mirror at Owen.
On cue, Owen gasps, and I roll my eyes. Oh, please, this is pathetic. This new car scent has heightened his excitability.
“This is your house?” Owen whispers in awe.
“Yep. Pretty cool, huh?”
We park the car and walk in, feeling like a party pooper for real. Owen is so excited, he is bouncing around, and Cameron is proud of himself and playing the happy host.
I should be happy, too. I should be happy that they have an instant connection, but I hate to admit that I’m I’m a bit jealous.
Owen could at least act loyal to me.
We walk in and my heart sinks. Last time we were here together I was falling in love, and I can understand exactly how Owen feels.
Cameron is fun and he makes you feel fun.
Owen has Cameron for life and I don’t. Is that a selfish thing for me to be feeling?
God, yes. I know it is, but I can’t help it. I internally kick myself for being a childish fool. Cameron takes Owen by the hand and leads him through the house one room at a time. I follow them, unimpressed. I didn’t get this good of a tour.
He then takes us upstairs. “This is my room.” He smiles to Owen and then glances over at me and my eyes drop to the floor.
I spent some of the happiest nights of my life in this room.
“And this is your room.” He opens the door and my heart sinks. This is the room I came into before, only now it’s painted navy blue and has a single bed and children’s furniture in it. He’s had it done already.
The linen is all expensive denim with little red, white, and blue flags hanging over the window. The same red, white, and blue cushions are on the window seat. A large, red, circular mat is on the floor near the desk.
It’s gorgeous.
Owen’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “This is my room?” he whispers excitedly.