jump at the sting. He then leaves the room and I watch the doorway he just left through. My body thumps with arousal from his momentary touch.
A week alone with my husband…and the mood he’s in… I think I should be scared.
I smile sleepily as I lean my head on Cam’s shoulder. We’re on a plane en-route to our honeymoon in Paris…another surprise.
Cameron is doing a crossword and I know he’s trying to calm his nerves about leaving Owen; he’s never had to do it before. I thought he was going to call the whole thing off when Owen got teary as we left.
“He’ll be fine, Cam,” I sigh.
Cam nods as he pretends to concentrate on the crossword. “I know,” he replies. “Maybe he would have been better staying with Jenna?”
“He’s staying with Jenna through the day, but you said you wanted him to stay with Tash at night because she has guards with her all the time,” I reply.
“I know.” He flicks his pen as he thinks.
“It’s one week.”
He nods. “I know.”
I smile as I watch him. “And he’s crawled into bed with Tash and Josh before in the middle of the night, they don’t mind.” I smile softly. “He’s in very safe hands.”
“A week’s a long time to a little kid,” he murmurs.
“Cameron, he’ll be fine,” I reassure him. “He gets to spend time with his cousins, and this is the first week we have been away alone together. Ever.”
He frowns. “We went to New York.”
“Yes. And I was sick with nerves the whole time, knowing that you were going to leave me any second.”
His brow creases. “How the hell did you do this parent thing on your own?”
I shrug. “It was hard.” I think for a moment. “But not as hard as knowing that one day Owen was going to ask me who his father was.” I narrow my eyes as I think. “And knowing I couldn’t tell him the answer because I didn’t even know.”
Cam shakes his head. “Fuck, Ash. What a nightmare that would have been.”
I smile sadly as I think. “You know, I look back to when Owen was a baby, and even my pregnancy, and I feel like…” I pause.
“You feel like what?” he asks.
“I feel like I didn’t even enjoy being pregnant, you know? I was so scared and constantly worried about money and med school.”
Cam’s face falls and he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “Next pregnancy will be different, Bloss. I promise.”
I smile and then I frown.
“What?” he asks.
“When do you think we could have another baby, Cam?”
He frowns. “I thought you would want to wait a while. I didn’t want to bring it up and make you feel pressured,” he replies.
“Owen will be five soon and if we want more,” I shrug, “I’m afraid the age gap will be too big between him and his brothers or sisters and then they won’t be close.”
“Whenever you want, baby.” He smiles up against my face as he holds me close. “I’m happy with the family I’ve already got, but if it were up to me I would be trying to get you pregnant on this trip. I’m going to practice anyway, of course,” he mutters.
I look up at him in shock. “What? A baby now? Really?”
“We could?” He purses his lips as he thinks. “But… I know how much you gave up to have Owen, so the decision on when is yours. When you’re ready is when it will happen.”
I smile against his chest. “How many children do you want, Cameron?” It feels funny to be talking about this.
“Twelve,” he replies without hesitation.
“Twelve?” I laugh. “That’s not happening, I can tell you right now.”
“Okay, six.”
“Six?” I shake my head. “Are you drunk?”
Cameron smiles and kisses my lips. “Drunk on you.”
“Cam.” I shake my head. “Babies are messes and crying and sleepless nights.”
He smiles. “And if they give me the same kind of feeling that Owen gives me, then bring it the fuck on.”
My eyes hold his. I love this man. “You know, Cameron, sometimes the things you say… and how hard you love me and Owen… you could probably get me pregnant just by looking at me if you really wanted to,” I whisper.
“I like having sex with you too much to try that method,” he replies dryly.
“You’re an animal.” I smile.
He picks up his pen and goes back to his crossword. “That would make you Mrs. Animal,” he replies flatly as he reads. “Actually, put that on