in Owen’s bag. “So, you’ve got to take this bag tonight with you over to the other room when you stay there, Owen.”
“Uh-huh,” Own replies as he watches cartoons on television.
Cameron rubs his forehead as he thinks.
I smirk as I watch Cam dart around like a madman. Owen and I are lying on the queen bed, being completely lazy and unmotivated while Cameron is trying to organize us before he leaves for his stag night. It’s 4:00 on Saturday afternoon, and we’re in our luxury suite in Vegas. He’s just about to go.
“Don’t forget your blankie,” he mutters almost to himself as he packs it in the bag.
He power-walks into the other room and then reappears, scratching his head. He mutters to himself and disappears again.
“Daddy’s going cuckoo,” I whisper as I snuggle into Owen.
Owen nods and continues to watch his shows.
“What time are you going out tonight?” Cam asks me as he appears again.
I shrug. “Don’t know.”
“Well, what are the plans?” He frowns.
I shrug again. “I don’t know. There are no plans.”
“No plans?” he repeats. “I thought you had plans.” He walks over and checks the charge on Owen’s iPad, plugging it in while he plays it. “What time did you say you would leave?”
“Oh, I don’t care, we might just stay in bed. Might we, Owie?” I tickle Owen and he laughs as he tries to escape my clutches.
“Owen, don’t forget to take your iPad tonight so you can play it if the other kids are on theirs,” Cameron tells him.
“Okay. Can we get room service, Mom?” Owen asks excitedly.
“Let’s get some milkshakes and fries.” I smile.
“Yes.” Owen punches the air.
“Ash, what time did Tash say that you’re all going out?” Cam asks again as he puts his hands on his hips. “I would like to know what you’re doing.”
“I don’t know.” I frown. “Who cares? We’ll get there when we get there.”
He looks at me flatly.
“What’s your problem?” I smirk. “Why are you so uptight today?”
“What? I’m not uptight. You’re uptight.” He disappears into the other room again.
I laugh. “Yes, that’s why you’ve worn the carpet threadbare this morning with all your pacing.”
“I’m not pacing,” he calls out, annoyed.
He comes back in and stands at the end of the bed and watches me for a moment.
He’s wearing his custom hunky jeans, a navy blazer, and a white shirt. His hair is in its usual style of dark, messy curls, and his beautiful square jaw shines in all its glory.
“You are one beautiful-looking man, Cameron Stanton.” I smile.
He frowns and swallows a lump in his throat, his eyes searching mine. “You love me, right?”
“Yes.”
“Like love, love? Like, serious shit love.”
I smile. “As serious as love shit can get.”
“Good. Good,” he whispers to himself.
“Stop saying the naughty word, ‘shit’!” Owen frowns as he plays on his iPad.
“Sorry,” Cam splutters. “But don’t you say it, either, please.”
“Are you all right, Cam?” I ask.
“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” He frowns.
“Because you look like you’re about to throw up.”
He runs his fingers through his hair and suddenly turns to leave like it’s urgent. “Okay, I gotta go.”
I stand to grab him in an embrace and he pulls away quickly. “Got to go, Bloss.” He kisses me quickly and then kisses Owen. “See you tonight.”
“Bye, Cam.” I smile.
He heads for the door and then turns back. “Don’t you want to know where I’m going tonight?” He frowns.
“Not really.” I shrug. “Vegas, I assume.
“Witty,” he replies dryly.
I smile and wink. “That’s me. The witty witch.”
He shakes his head and disappears out into the hallway, and I pick up the phone. “Hello, room service?”
Cameron
It’s just gone 7:00 p.m. and I’m at a bar with Joshua and Adrian. To go along with the stag night story, we had to pretend to be somewhere else. We’ve had a few drinks and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Will you relax?” Joshua smirks.
I drag my hand down my face. “She could say no, you know.”
“She’s not going to say no.” Adrian rolls his eyes.
“Imagine that. I drop to my knee in a crowded club in front of everyone and she says fucking no.” I frown as my stomach drops, and I tip my head back to drain my scotch from its glass.
Joshua laughs. “Would be kind of funny, though, right?”
“Hilarious,” I reply deadpan.
Adrian chuckles.
“Seriously, this is bullshit. I’ve… I’ve felt sick since Wednesday,” I stammer. “Maybe I’m not meant to get married.” I shake my head as I feel perspiration heat my body. “Maybe this is the