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 nod, but in all seriousness, I’m on the edge of a complete meltdown.
“Won’t be a minute.” He goes out onto the street to hail me a cab and I wait in the drop off bay.
What a disaster.
“Come on, come on,” I murmur as I look around frantically. “Where are all the bloody cabs?”
Everything was going so well. Why did I mess this up?
A cab pulls up, and low and behold...
Cameron is sitting in the backseat with Owen.
My face falls and he glares at me as he gets out of the cab and slams the door. He walks around to get Owen out.
I smile through my tears.
He came back.
He retrieves the suitcases out of the trunk and I wait on the spot.
He walks over, emotionless. “Get up to the room now before I strangle you in public,” he growls in a whisper.
“Oh my God, Cameron, I’m… I’m so sorry,” I stammer as the tears break the dam. “I had some headache tablets after dinner and…” I shake my head as I try to get my words out quicker. “And, honestly, I have no idea what happened, but I woke up on the couch this morning.”
Cameron looks at me, deadpan.
“And my phone was on silent,” I add.
He narrows his eyes and storms over to the elevator. Owen and I run after him like little puppies.
We get in and the elevator attendant stands to the front and looks straight ahead.
Cameron stands at the back and I face him. “You have no idea of the horror I felt when I woke up and realized what had happened.” I shake my head. “And then I got here and you were gone,” I continue. I grab his hand and he tears it out of mine.
“Stop talking to me. I’m furious with you.” Cameron growls.
Owen stands next to the elevator attendant at the front and swings his arms, smiling stupidly up at him. The elevator attendant glances down at Owen and smirks.
“But, Cam… you came back.” I smile in relief. “You came back for me. Thank God you came back,” I whisper.
Cameron looks at me, deadpan.
I smile broadly through my tears like a crazy person. “This means we’ve progressed. You really do love me.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself. I hate you today.”
“Liar.” I smirk.
Owen is still smiling goofily up at the elevator attendant as he swings his arms. “My mom and dad are fighting,” he announces.
The attendant nods subtly, trying not to be rude to Owen while remaining respectful to us.
“Sometimes they always kiss, but today my dad hates my mom,” he continues.
“Owen,” Cameron snaps.
“Because my mom went out with my other dad and didn’t come home all night.”
The attendant drops his head, embarrassed.
“Owen Stanton. Stop telling everyone everything!” Cameron snaps.
Owen widens his eyes. “I think he hates me today, too. He’s very cranky, isn’t he?” he adds.
The attendant drops his head to hide his smirk.
Cameron shakes his head, exasperated.
I wrap my arms around Cameron and smile against his chest as he stands still with his arms rigid by his sides.
“I love you, Mr. Stanton.” I smile up at him as I start to quickly kiss him all over. “And you came back for me and this is progress for us. I think Andrew’s mother tried to set me up and I’m so bloody angry with her,” I continue.
He moves his face away from me so I don’t kiss him, and I know he’s going to be furious over this for a while.
It doesn’t matter. He came back.
There’s hope for us yet.
Trust is earned.
And little by little, Cameron has earned it. I think the turning point for us was when he came back for me in New York.
Furious beyond belief, yet he came back.
He lost his ever-living shit and didn’t talk to me for a week.
But he stayed.
Every night, we stayed together as a family and, although he wasn’t talking to me and it was torture, he was in my bed and I felt safe.
That was twelve weeks ago and our little family has gotten into somewhat of a routine now. The nights that Cam would have had Owen, we stay at his house, and the nights that I would have had Owen, we now spend at my house. Cam cooks for all of us and has us in stitches with his sense of humor. Jenna and Cameron are getting along famously and life is surprisingly good. Of course, there is still a power struggle between the two of us at least once a day. I have to admit Cameron usually wins, simply because I can’t be bothered fighting with him anymore.
It’s funny how things turn out. I’ve stopped sweating the small stuff.
I sit at the table in the hospital cafeteria with Amber and our intern group.
Cameron comes and sits beside me with Dr. Jameson. He picks up my hand and squeezes it subtly in his own personal greeting. Everyone knows about us now. Cameron went to the hospital board to explain the situation and they have granted permission and wavered the rules.