Taste of Love - By Stephanie Nicole Page 0,20

into the car as he held the door for her. Once they were both inside, she turned to him.

"So how're you doing with all this?" she asked.

Cameron could hear the genuine emotion in her voice. He took a moment before he answered. "Well, this isn't the first time someone has claimed that I was the father of their baby, but it's the first time I think it's possible. I just keep thinking how I'd make such a shit father, and how I barely know you," he answered honestly.

Madison sighed. "I'm really sorry that all this has happened. Trust me, if I could go back in time and change that night, I would," she said. "If you don't want to be a part of your child's life, I'm not going to make you. But, at the same time, if you want to be involved, you're more than welcome. It's your choice to make, and I'm not going to push you one way or the other."

Cameron nodded. "I don't know how to be a dad."

"You'll learn, if that's what you want, just as I'll adapt to motherhood," she said.

"I thought all women knew how to be mothers," he joked.

"Not really. I hadn't planned on having kids, or at least not for a while. My mother died when I was quite young, and I only had my dad around. He didn't know what he was doing, so I had to raise myself most of the time. At this point, with my restaurant keeping me busy, I figured that was my baby, and I've been satisfied with that. Now this has happened. I need to believe I can raise a child, and avoid my dad's mistakes," she told him, not wanting to go into detail, and hoping that he didn't ask.

"I had the opposite," he told her. "My dad was never around. I was raised by a nanny, and my mother, when she wasn't too busy with her charities. So I have no fatherly example to lead by."

Madison smiled. "I love your mother. She's one of my best customers."

"You may need to put her on your payroll soon, with all the marketing she does for you," Cameron told her.

The car came to a stop. "Well, this is it," she said.

He nodded and opened the door, turning back to help her out. He followed behind her as she led him into the office of her obstetrician. While she checked them in, he took a seat. She returned and sat next to him, watching as his knee bounced up and down, indicating just how nervous he really was.

After the DNA extractions, Madison and Cameron returned to the car. "Can I buy you breakfast?" he asked, not wanting to leave her yet. For some reason, it was comforting for him to be with her. "Maybe we can get to know each other a little better?"

Madison thought for a moment. They did get off to a rough start, so maybe this was the opportunity for the new beginning they needed. "I have a better idea. How about you let me make you breakfast? Plus it will give me a chance to open the restaurant."

"Are you sure you feel up to all that work?" he asked, surprising both Madison and himself with his thoughtfulness.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she smiled.

Cameron gave the driver the address to the restaurant, and they arrived there a few minutes later. Madison took out her keys and unlocked the door, hitting the lights as they went in.

He followed her to the kitchen, the place where they first met. Once in there, he looked around, something he didn't do the first time. He was impressed with what he saw. It was immaculately clean, and that was definitely important to him.

"So what are you in the mood for?" she asked him, heading to the large walk-in cooler.

"I'm pretty easy. Surprise me," he called out, loud enough for her to hear him.

Madison came out of the cooler with her hands full of ingredients. "We're not really the breakfast-type of restaurant, so I'll have to make do with what we have," she told him.

"I'm sure whatever you make will be great." He pulled up a stool and sat at the counter in silence for a few minutes as he watched her throw together ingredients. Her hands moved quickly over the food. She definitely knew how to handle a knife. He found himself mesmerized by her motion.

"Can we start over?" he asked quietly.

Madison looked up, surprised, yet pleased. He seemed