My Childhood Friend

Chapter Thirty

© Yv Obregon, 2013

Cady

1 year later

You know that feeling when your guts is trying to say something bad, really bad that you don't even want to think about it anymore and just brush it off. That your guts is feeling or envisioning a terrifying scenario that will happen soon. And in that scenario is played by your lover.

An impish piercing cry made my eyes opened wide and made my body jolted up like a lightning. I blinked a couple of times in a tired and sleepy way before dragging my body off from the bed to the crib where a cute little boy on his white, "I'm cute, Mom is cute, Dad is lucky" onesie. I sighed and picked baby Cameron up.

"Hey there, wittle waddie boo. Waking mummy up every 5 in the morning huh? At least not in 2 or 3am right? Right." Cammie stood inside his crib, watching me move while I make his milk. I smiled when I catches his gaze. I picked him up and gave his bottle of milk, placing him on our bed beside me. I lay down beside him, humming a soft lullaby and just watching my baby Cameron falls asleep. The smile I'm giving to Cameron all night fades away everytime I remember Conner's absent of prescense. Yes, he works here in the house, in his office, but he barely shows himself!

Conner's been busy since I gave birth to Cammie, I dont know why but, he's starting to be one of the workaholic human being. He's even giving me the cold shoulder, I just dont want to bring that up, since I dont want to stress myself for the incoming of Cameron's very first birthday celebration next week.

Of course I'm worried, but like what have I said, I dont want to stress myself out. Even though when you look closely, I'm drowned.

Cameron Chase Montgomery, although we're not yet even married so yeah, Cameron Chase Woods. I picked Cameron for the word 'camera,' because the first time he came in to this world, he smiled for the camera. Chase, well the name 'Chase' is my dream husband's name but look at that! I have Conner, not yet.

Time has its mask on, The Flash it is. If at 5am I was just making Cammie's milk and probably just dozing off, now, I woke up because the bed is cold, Cameron's nowhere in sight and it's 1:43pm.

My body bolted up, not a good idea for getting out of balance. My hip bone hits the corner of our night stand, the lamp, empty glass and some medicines rattled through the force. And eventually my body landed to the, one and only who would always catch us if we fall, on the floor. My head collided on the carpeted floor with a tud. I closed my eyes shut and groaned.

"Crap." I hissed, while rubbing the spot of my head that got hit. I shook my head trying to bring myself back, blinking my eyes three times before I finally turned my vision back in focus. "Cammie, shit!" I stood up and looked into the guest room, vaccant room, downstairs and there was no sign of Cameron.

"Cameron!" I called out. I looked outside, to the backyard but there was no one to be seen.

You know that moment when you're so stressed out and you just woke up, you're guts trying to scream but the fear of you, might disturb the neighbor but you know you don't have to care base on your situation, but you do? And you go all barmy because of just holding on to your temper every fucking time, and you feel like exploading in any minute now.

I let out an exasperation groan and went to the living room, grabbing our home phone and dialing Jamie's number.

"Come on!" I let out as she was not picking it up. In feels like a lifetime, she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Jamie, do you know where Cameron is?"

"No, I haven't go there, yet." Her voice held confusion.