Fated Destiny ✔️

The truth [12]

Third person's POV

The first thing Andrew did when he stood in front of Camille's door was prepare himself. He didn't know what he was walking into and would rather come prepared than be caught off guard completely.

"You still got nine minutes left, asshole!" Thalia screamed from the kitchen as loud as she could to let Andrew remind himself that he was inside a nest with predators inside, ready to hunt him down while time was like a ticking time bomb for him.

He gathered his last nerves and knocked gently against the door. When he heard a timid 'come in' his stomach did somersaults while his heartbeat quickened.

Andrew pushed the handle down slowly and peaked inside the dark room for a quick scan and saw mostly stuffed animals in every corner with crayons on the floor and Barbie dolls.

In the meantime, the tv was showing My Little Pony and he spotted Camille being wrapped up in blankets with a few stuffed animals as well on her bed and couldn't help but smile because that was definitely enough confirmation for him to know fully she was a little.

Camille, on the other hand, saw an unfamiliar shadow standing by her door and immediately sat up to get a better view only to be surprised when she saw Andrew there.

The first thing that came into her mind was how he must think of how childish she is for having a room filled with stuffed animals and many pink things and toys for kids on her floor.

She obviously felt insecure of what he must be thinking of her now and tried to make herself smaller by hiding further inside her blankies and stuffies again.

Andrew saw the act and decided for now he would not bring this topic up but instead try to solve the problem he created in the first place.

He had a hunch of what it might be about, but he decided to thread carefully before he angers Camille's protective friends that are ready to burn him alive.

He closed the door gently behind him and then realized her room wasn't completely in the dark as the decoration on her ceiling were filled with neon lighted stars. Those only lid up in the dark, so when he opened the door a minute ago, he couldn't see them.

Camille eyed him closely as he took cautious steps towards her and when he was near her bed, he took a seat at the very end to show he wasn't any harm and only came to talk.

Or just to see her again.

It was almost impossible for Andrew not to slip in his daddy headspace by only looking at Camille's current position. She looked way too little for him not to slip, but he resisted with all his might because there were more important matters right now.

"Hey, how are you feeling? You've been missing at work for a week and worried me a bit there," he said softly and placed a hand on her left ankle to massage it a bit.

His touch on her skin sent electric waves and she was surprised at that and quickly sucked her legs in, so he wouldn't be able to touch her anymore.

Andrew took that as a sign of rejection and felt hurt but masked it with a sad smile. Camille noticed it and hesitantly stretched her legs out again because seeing him sad also made her a bit sad.

"It's okay, you don't have to stretch your legs out if you don't feel comfortable. I'm only here to check up on you," Camille expected him to tell her to also clear the air between them for a second but when nothing came she lowered her head in disappointment.

"And to tell you the truth on who Willa is," that peaked interest in her and she slowly raised her eyes again to look at him curiously.

Andrew noticing he got her attention smiled softly and confirmed that Camille was indeed bothered with Willa back in the office on Monday.

Back then he didn't notice her reaction to Willa because he was way too excited to see her that he disregarded the fact another person was standing beside him all this time and never even introduced them to each other.

Hating to beat around the bush, he decided to come clean immediately, "Willa's last name is Queen. She's my little sister," Andrew let Camille take a minute to process this before he continued, "I must have forgotten to tell you this because I was too preoccupied on catching up with her since she just came back from abroad."

He chuckled awkwardly and nervously while he rubbed his hands together, "that's not an excuse for disregarding and ignoring you completely and I apologize if I made you feel this way, but I really do like you, Camille. Sincerely. I just wanted to let you know," Andrew was getting ready to leave when Camille whispered, "wait."

She felt foolish to have let her inner thoughts shape her belief and vision without even thinking rationally or logically in the first place. Nor did she get the courage to simply come to him and ask him personally about it.

Andrew froze in his steps and turned to face Camille again. She smiled at him and patted the space beside her on the bed and made room for him to sit.

He felt relieved of her reaction and walked the small distance back to her bed and got under the blanket with her.

They smiled at each other and Camille laid her head on his shoulder and now paid attention to what she was watching. Andrew on the other hand took her left hand in his and drew patterns on her skin.

Camille was only in her tank top, leaving her arms completely exposed for Andrew to see her self-inflicted scars. He took notice of them but decided not to say anything and to bring it up another time when he's much closer with her.

Meanwhile, Thalia and Rosie stood outside the door to hear their best friend let out laughs and giggles from time to time and were glad he fixed the situation with her.

Thalia was still disapproving of him and only tsked before walking away while Rosie stood there a minute longer with a small smile tugged against her lips.

Though she knew that this man could make Camille fly as high as she could, she also knew for a fact that he would be her biggest downfall if he ever decided to break her.

With that in mind, she slowly walked away from the door to give them both some privacy.