back for me and this is progress for us. I think Andrew’s mother tried to set me up and I’m so bloody angry with her,” I continue.
He moves his face away from me so I don’t kiss him, and I know he’s going to be furious over this for a while.
It doesn’t matter. He came back.
There’s hope for us yet.
Trust is earned.
And little by little, Cameron has earned it. I think the turning point for us was when he came back for me in New York.
Furious beyond belief, yet he came back.
He lost his ever-living shit and didn’t talk to me for a week.
But he stayed.
Every night, we stayed together as a family and, although he wasn’t talking to me and it was torture, he was in my bed and I felt safe.
That was twelve weeks ago and our little family has gotten into somewhat of a routine now. The nights that Cam would have had Owen, we stay at his house, and the nights that I would have had Owen, we now spend at my house. Cam cooks for all of us and has us in stitches with his sense of humor. Jenna and Cameron are getting along famously and life is surprisingly good. Of course, there is still a power struggle between the two of us at least once a day. I have to admit Cameron usually wins, simply because I can’t be bothered fighting with him anymore.
It’s funny how things turn out. I’ve stopped sweating the small stuff.
I sit at the table in the hospital cafeteria with Amber and our intern group.
Cameron comes and sits beside me with Dr. Jameson. He picks up my hand and squeezes it subtly in his own personal greeting. Everyone knows about us now. Cameron went to the hospital board to explain the situation and they have granted permission and wavered the rules.
It seemed weird receiving an email that Cameron sent to all of the interns stating we were dating and that we had a history and shared a child.
He wanted to be the one to tell them. He felt it best he was honest and up front. He didn’t want them to hear it from somewhere else as cheap gossip.
It was comical watching Amber’s reaction when she read it. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and she punched me hard in the arm. I even had a bruise. She’s now in a full on deviant relationship with her security guard and their two blow up bed partners. She gets to sleep with three people while remaining loyal to one. It’s a cool kind of set up, and it works for them.
I don’t think I could ever watch Cam have sex and orgasm with someone or something else.
I would still be jealous even if they didn’t have a pulse.
He even changed his phone number so his past history of beauties can no longer contact him. I never asked him to, he just did it.
Cameron takes me on a date every Friday night. He remembered me saying I wanted to date and get to know each other without just being his child’s mother, and he has gone to extreme lengths to give me what I want.
Friday nights are heaven and I get him all to myself. I dress up sexily and we drink cocktails, go to fancy restaurants, dance, laugh, and of course I swoon all over the table. We drop in and out of languages with sarcasm and challenge each other’s brain power.
I still think my brain is superior and he still disagrees.
Sometimes Tash, Josh, and Adrian come, but Cam likes it when it’s just the two of us.
He’s protective of his alone time with me because it’s so limited and I love him even more for it.
Saturday mornings I seem to always suffer because I can’t drink like he does without suffering the consequences. He and Owen skateboard around the neighborhood and let me sleep in before they eventually return with the morning papers.
Life is good. So good Like… dreamy good.
I still pinch myself every day when I look at him, this beautiful man who is a beautiful father. I can’t believe he loves me.
How is this even possible?
One by one the table get up to return to their duties and Cam hangs back. He wants me alone for two minutes, as he always does.
He sips his coffee and smiles across the table like a Cheshire cat.
“What are you smirking at, Stanton?” I smile as I subtly rub his