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)
“He’s here,” I mouth.
Her eyes widen and she bites her bottom lip.
I put my hands over my mouth and walk back out to the front of the house where I peer out through the curtains. Cameron’s just sitting in his car.
Shit, what should I do?
I stand for a moment as I try to calm down, only for him to climb out of the car, slamming the door as he does. Before I know it, I’ve opened the front door and he is standing at the bottom of the steps.
Our eyes meet and regret kicks me hard.
He frowns in pain. “Is he mine?” he whispers.
I nod as tears fill my eyes. “Yes.”
He stares at me blankly.
“We need to talk, Cam,” I whisper.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
My breath catches, and the screen door slams shut behind me. I turn to see Owen walk out. My eyes turn to Cameron and his face drops in horror.
Owen is the image of his father. The same dark hair with a curl. Same eyes. Same skin.
I rub the top of Owen’s head. “Owen, baby. I’d like you to meet my friend.”
Owen smiles up at Cameron.
“This is Cameron.”
“Hello, Cameron.” Owen smiles happily and reaches up to shake Cameron’s hand, Cameron fights tears as he takes his hand and shakes it.
“Hello, Owen,” he whispers.
The lump in my throat nearly chokes me.
The door slams again and Jenna appears with the car keys in her hand. “I’m going to take Owen for an ice cream,” she announces.
Cameron’s eyes are fixed firmly on the steps in front of him, he’s in shock.
“Jenna, this is Cameron,” I murmur.
“Hi, Cameron.” She smiles sympathetically.
“Hello,” he answers robotically without looking up.
I kiss Owen before he and Jenna get into the car and drive away.
“Come in. Please. We need to talk.”
His eyes finally rise to meet mine, but this time they flash with fury and I’m a little scared to be alone with him.
He walks into the house and I follow as h
e takes his place in the lounge room.
“Start fucking talking,” he orders quietly.
I shake my head as tears of despair fill my eyes. “I don’t even know where to start,” I whisper.
“How about at the beginning?” He growls.
I jump at his tone. “Don’t be angry,” I whisper.
“Don’t be angry? Don’t be fucking angry?” He cries out as he kicks the sofa.
“I didn’t know how to tell you, I lied and said I didn’t have children on the paperwork. I… I didn’t want to get in trouble,” I stammer in a rush.
He closes his eyes and shakes his head in disgust.
“This isn’t about us anymore, Cam. We don’t matter in this equation,” I whisper.
His eyes rise to meet mine.
“I knew that once you found out that we had a son, I would become your child’s mother and nothing more—the psycho that turned up with your kid.” I scrunch up my face, tears still falling. “I’d no longer be the woman desperately in love with you.”
“Don’t you dare,” he shouts as he points at me. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me you love me like this!”
“But I do Cameron,” I cry.
“Stop messing with my head! He’s not mine, he can’t be. I wore a condom. I was there, remember?”
“I know,” I sob. “One of them must have broke. I was on the injection too. I didn’t even find out about him until I was sixteen weeks pregnant.”
He frowns, staring at the floor as he listens.
“Do you have any idea of the shame I’ve carried for five years? I didn’t even know my child’s father’s name,” I whisper.
His eyes rise to meet mine.
“I had no way of contacting you. I didn’t know anything about you.” I shake my head. “My parents were distraught that I was pregnant to a man whose name I didn’t even know.”
He swallows the lump in his throat.
“Cameron, I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to myself for a week.” I sob. “Just one week. And I know it was selfish, but it was the happiest ten days I have ever had.”
“Don’t.” He growls.
“This isn’t about us anymore. This is about Owen.”
He drops his head. “I can’t do this.”
“You have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“Yes, you do. Owen needs a father, so you are going to step the hell up and be one.”
“Go to hell!” he yells.
“It’s time to grow up, Cameron.”
His dark eyes hold mine. “I will never forgive you for this as long as I live.”
My face screws up. “I love you, too,” I whisper.
With one last look, he leaves in a rush and slams the door, my heart physically hurts my chest.
I hear the car start outside and screech off down the street.
Dear God, help me.
It’s just gone light when something wakes me from my sleep.
Bang, bang, bang.
What the hell is that?
I’m delirious and feel like I’ve only just fallen asleep. It’s been a rough night. I grab my robe and head downstairs to whoever is banging on the door.