Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“I have to go to New York next weekend,” I announce.
“Is his mom alright?” Cameron asks.
I shake my head. “She’s asking to see me and Owen.”
He nods as he thinks for a moment. “Okay, so we go to New York next weekend.”
I frown. “What do you mean we?”
“Well, you don’t honestly think I’m letting my family go to New York without me, do you?”
I only heard one thing in that sentence: My family.
“Cameron.” I frown.
He walks forward, effectively pushing me back into the dressing room. “I could help out with Owen.” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.
I frown as my brain stops working because of his close proximity.
“We could get a family suite with a couple of bedrooms,” he adds to sweeten the deal. “You won’t even have to share a bedroom with me.”
I fold my arms in front of me as he tries to talk me into it.
“We could go Friday night, you can go and see them on Saturday, and then on Sunday we could go to the zoo or something. Just the three of us.” He smiles hopefully
I smirk as I look up at him. “You would do that?” I ask.
He smiles and takes my face in his hands. “Of course I would. You’re my girl. I would do anything for my girl.” He bends and takes my lips in his as he holds my face. The kiss is tender, sweet, and lingering. I feel my feet lift off the floor.
“Are you making another baby?” Owen asks, interrupting our moment.
We both look up to find Owen watching us in his underpants.
“Yes, we are,” Cameron grumbles, annoyed. “Why are you out here half naked?”
“Because you didn’t bring the clothes in,” he says as he puts his little hand on his hip with attitude. “You need to concentrate, Dad, you know.”
I giggle at the sight of a four-year-old telling his father off. Cameron rolls his eyes and disappears back into the fitting room to continue his duties.
“Let me think about it,” I call behind him.
I already know my answer and I smile to myself. It looks like we’re all going to New York… together.
Later that afternoon, we walk into Natasha and Joshua’s house for Jordana’s birthday dinner. We’ve had a fun day. We went out for lunch and then back to Cam’s house this afternoon. I had a nap on the couch while they skateboarded together on the road. I’ve lost that battle already.
Cameron has kissed me three times today. Once in the fitting room, once in the parking lot after lunch after Owen got into the car, and once in his kitchen at home.
That was the best kiss yet and he had to go and hide in the pantry for a while until the evidence of his arousal… calmed down.
I feel like I’m slipping down a steep hill that leads back to him, and no matter how hard I try to hang onto the rocks beneath my feet, I can’t stop the gravity that’s pulling me down.
He’s beautiful—everything about Cameron is beautiful, and I’m not sure how, after just four kisses, I seem to be forgiving him for all the hell he put me through.
How could I forget what he’s done?
But then his reasonings last night seemed so heartfelt and I really want to believe that he was trying to do the right thing.
His family.
That’s what we would be. If we get past all this and make it through the other side, we would be a family. How wonderful.
We get through the usual security and head up to the house. The front door is wide open and the familiar sound of children’s laughter rings out. Owen grips Cameron’s hand tight. It always takes him ten minutes to warm up until he’s off running riot with the other Stanton children.
These kids are amongst the strongest willed children I have ever met, and funnily enough, when Owen is with them he seems to take on some of their power. He fights back now and doesn’t put up with nonsense from anyone. I got called up to the preschool this week because apparently Owen punched that bully kid in the nose. I was mortified, yet Cameron saw it as a victory. Funnily enough the kid hasn’t gone near him again since.
I think this is how it was when the Stanton boys were young. Joshua is naturally strong willed and Cameron is naturally like Owen, but because he grew up with such strong characters as brothers, he turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, too. Natasha said that Scott, the eldest Stanton, is just like Joshua, while Wilson, the youngest, is just like Cam.
Cameron takes my hand in his, but I pull out of his grip and shake my head subtly.
He frowns in question.
“Not yet,” I whisper. I don’t want anyone to know what’s going on between us when I don’t even know what that is myself.