he does. My wish is his command. I know it’s not his normal behavior by the way the others are all shocked at how he treats me. We got back here late last night and had a hot bath together. We drank tea and I can feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into his abyss. Unfortunately, now I know what kind of a loss I really face. I’ve never had this happiness, never even dreamed of it. I didn’t know it existed, to be honest. I get up and go to the bathroom, and when I come back and open the blinds just a little, I peer out at the street below. It’s early morning and a truck is unloading across the street as the sun comes up. I watch the workers unload presumably their first job of the day. On the surface, I’m so happy and ecstatic, yet underneath my nerves are simmering in a boiling pot.
I miss Owen.
Owen is my priority. I have to do what’s best for him and if Cameron doesn’t accept him then I will walk away… and I will die a little inside because I know how happy we could have been. Of course, I know that I probably won’t have to walk away because Cameron will walk away from me. Pain slices through me at the thought. How could I go on knowing what it feels like to be with ‘the one’ and then not have him in my life? I close my eyes as the horror sinks in.
“Morning, my beautiful Bloss,” his sleepy voice murmurs.
I turn and see Cam lying on his side facing me, and I immediately go and sit beside him and kiss him softly. “You sure know how to make a girl’s day with a morning greeting like that?” I smile. I run my fingers through his messy curls and try to tame them. “You have just-fucked hair.” I smirk.
“Hmm,” he murmurs. “That’s because I am in a constant state of just fucked with you.”
I giggle and lie down next to him. He wraps me in his arms and inhales deeply with happiness and contentment.
“Thank you for introducing me to your family. It means a lot.”
He smiles sleepily as he grabs my behind.
“What’s on today?” I ask.
He frowns. “I don’t know, whatever you want. Tash and Adrian will be organizing stuff for tonight and Joshua will be with the kids, so we can do anything.”
“What will Natasha be doing?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Venue shit, I don’t know.”
“I should help her.”
He groans with his eyes closed.
“Yeah, I want to help them. Can you ring her and find out what I can do?”
“No, babe. Stay with me today.”
I sit up. “No, you hang with Joshua. I want to help.” I get up and get Cameron’s phone and scroll through. I dial Natasha’s number.
“Hey, Cam,” she answers chirpily.
“Oh, hi Natasha. It’s Ash.”
“Oh, hey Ash.”
“I was wondering if I could help you today.”
“Oh, that’s so nice of you, but not necessary. It’s a shitty job. We just set tables and crap.”
“No, honestly. I would love to help.”
“Really?” She thinks for a moment. “Okay, fantastic. We can pick you up in hour.”
“Great, see you then.” I hang up and smile.
“Are you really ditching me today?” Cameron frowns.
I smile as I get up and flick the kettle on. “Sure looks like it.”
Natasha, Adrian and I sit on the floor at the back of the ballroom. Natasha has her shoes off and we’re each having a much-deserved soft drink. It’s four in the afternoon, and we have worked our asses off all day long. The stupid coordinator called in sick and then the girl who took her place knew nothing, so we ended up doing the lot. We set one hundred tables, each with ten places. Full cutlery, full table arrangements… you name it, we did it. Adrian had about five meltdowns at the incompetent staff missing butter knives and cutlery. The table flower arrangements were nothing like what Natasha ordered, so her and I did them all again. We both have about a thousand rose thorn pricks on our fingers and have established that we can swear like sailors when forced to.
“I’m too tired to come tonight.” Natasha sighs. “Bed sounds really, really good.”
I laugh and nod. “Same.”
“I’m exhausted. This function coordinating is over the top,” Adrian replies dryly.
I lean my head back on the wall behind me. “If I don’t eat soon, I may faint,” I grumble.
Natasha burst out laughing. “Way to chase you