his arms and Cam kisses the top of his head. “Go back to sleep, buddy,” he whispers groggily.
I smile and put my arm over Cameron and dust the back of my fingers down Owen’s face. “Good morning, my beautiful Owie,” I mumble, smiling sleepily.
“Morning, Momma,” he whispers in his husky little voice.
We lie in silence for another half hour.
“Dad, I’m hungry.” Owen stretches.
Cameron’s eyes stay shut. “Sshh,” he whispers with his eyes still shut. “Don’t wake Momma; she’s very tired.”
“Mom’s already awake,” Owen replies, annoyed.
“Huh?” Cameron rolls over and smiles when he sees me with my eyes open. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mrs. Stanton in the flesh.” He slides his hand around my waist and kisses me softly. “I thought you were still asleep.” He smiles.
“No, I was letting you sleep in.”
He smiles against my lips, as if remembering something. “We got married yesterday.”
I laugh. “Huh, fancy that. We did.” I get up and throw my robe on and open the drapes and look around my beautiful room. There’s even a framed photograph of the three of us on my bedside table. “I just love this room, Cam.” I shake my head. “I love everything about it. What you picked, how you did it. The fact that you did it yourself.”
Cam smiles proudly as he looks around. “Hmm, me too.”
I smirk; I would just love to tease him about loving this room…but, I won’t.
“How did you ever pull this off?” I ask.
“With great difficulty,” he sighs, his eyes still closed.
“Dad, I’m really hungry.” Owen frowns. “Get up.”
Cameron is the one who usually fusses over Owen in the mornings. However, today, the poor man is exhausted.
“Daddy is tired, baby. I’ll get your breakfast,” I reply.
Cameron yawns. “It’s not here yet; I have to ring for it.”
“Huh?” I frown.
“The hotel down the road is bringing up a full breakfast out in the garden, but I have to ring for it.” He yawns sleepily. “I couldn’t cook you anything because we don’t have a kitchen yet.”
Owen’s eyes widen in horror; he’s getting hangry. “Well, how long will that be?”
“I packed some Muesli bars and bananas in your backpack, Owen,” Cam replies.
“Come on, let’s go get your backpack until breakfast arrives.” I smile.
Cameron gets up and sleepily pulls his boxers on.
“Stay in bed, Cam,” I say.
“Hmm, no.” He looks out the window. “I’ve got to put the sprinklers on our plants.”
“What?” I frown.
“We won’t be back for a week and I’m worried they’re going to die.” He sighs. “We do go on our honeymoon this afternoon, remember?” He shakes his head at my forgetfulness.
“Am I coming on the moon-honey?” Owen asks.
“No. Remember you’re going to stay with Blake and Natasha and Joshua,” Cameron says. “We’re bringing you back a big present.” He widens his eyes to accentuate his point. “Huge.”
Owen smiles. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. Sick.” He punches the air in excitement.
Cameron looks out the window. “I’ll need to give the garden a good soaking, though, now. We’ll leave in three hours, okay?”
I drop my head and smile at the floor. “Is that a garden attachment I’m picking up on, Mr. Stanton?” I tease.
His eyes glance up to me and he smirks, knowing full well I’ve got him.
“Well…” His eyes flick back outside again. “I didn’t want to put all that work in for nothing,” he replies matter-of-factly.
I fold my arms in front of me as I lean up against the wall. “Who knew that Cameron Stanton would trade nightclubs for gardening?”
His eyes dance with mischief. “I’ll be sowing a few more seeds this week for that matter.”
My eyes hold his. “If you’re lucky.”
“No luck required,” he fires back. “I have a wife now. I can do whatever the hell I want with her.”
I smile. “Is that so?”
He holds up his hand and shows me the gold band on his finger with a raised eyebrow, and I smile broadly. “That is one sexy hand.”
He takes me in his arms. “Well, I have one sexy wife.”
“Eww. Stop kissing. I just want a banana,” Owen snaps.
“Owen.” Cameron sighs, losing his patience. “I want to give your mother a banana. Go and find the backpack please. Now.”
Owen scowls and heads into his room in search of his backpack, and Cameron kisses me. Deep, aggressive tongue as he grips the back of my head. Dominant perfection, my whole body tingles.
“I can’t wait to get you on your own for a week,” he whispers darkly, pulling my bottom lip out with his teeth and nipping it hard.