Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

Infatuation Part Three

Cameron is speechless, he opens and closes his mouth a few times as he processes what I just told him.

"How is that fucking possible?" He asks with wide eyes and I shrug at him because I don't even know and it's my body.

"Fuck..." he mutters as he runs a hand through his hair. "So basically you're telling me I'm going to be a father."

I nod at him and his eyes go back down to my stomach.

"Can I touch it? Is it a boy or a girl?" He asks almost reverently.

"It's a girl,"I murmur and I go to the box where I know I packed all of my ultrasound pictures. We sit down on the couch and I show it to him. He stares down at the pictures in shock and his fingers trace the outline of our baby. He turns to me and I lift my hoodie again, he reaches out when trembling hands and gently caresses my abdomen. Alexandra seems to like the touch because she immediately kicks back, making us both smile. He bends down and presses a soft kiss on my stomach and then sits back up and looks at me.

"I'm so fucking sorry that I didn't call you back, Nash. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine you had to tell me this. God, I'm sorry you went through it alone in the beginning but I swear that I'm going to be with you every step of the way." He tells me intensely and I'm so happy I feel like my heart will burst from happiness. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly, burying my face in his neck and inhaling his scent. His hand goes to my stomach and he rubs it gently as I cuddle close to him.

It feels so amazing being back in his arms. The night we shared seems so long ago and I've craved his touch ever since then. I slide my hand under his shirt and move my thumb back and forth on his side. I close my eyes and enjoy Cameron's soft caress, it soothes me right back to sleep.

When I wake up in the early morning, I'm on my bed and I'm alone. I sit up, my heart races as I wonder if last night was a dream. I remember falling asleep in Cameron's arms, he must have set up the bed and carried me here. I lie back, relieved that it wasn't a dream but I also wonder where he is.

The bedroom door opens and Cameron walks in carrying a plate of food and a glass of orange juice. He smiles when he sees that I'm awake and I give him a relieved smile in return, I'm happy he's still here.

"Good morning, beautiful." He murmurs as he sits facing me and I blush.

"Good morning," I reply shyly. I sit up and he hands me the food and puts the glass of juice on the nightstand. I don't realize how hungry I am until I start eating my breakfast. He places my feet on his lap and starts to rub them gently.

I feel so fucking emotional right now and I can't stop the flow of tears as I continue eating my breakfast.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Cameron asks, he has a concerned look on his face. He reaches up and wipes my tears gently.

"Nothing's wrong, everything is right," I reply, sniffling as I continue eating. He's a really good cook. "I just... have been alone in this and it feels good to have someone take care of me."

"I wish I wasn't such an asshole and had returned your call. God, I'm such a fuck up," he mutters quietly. I'm so curious to find out why Cameron thinks so lowly of himself. The things he said last night about him being complicated and wanting to spare me were so confusing to me.

I don't know if now is the best time to address it. I finish eating my breakfast and I drink my juice, Cameron takes the plate from me and goes back out to the kitchen. When he comes back I'm lying down on my side and he slides into bed behind me. His arms immediately go around my stomach and he rubs it gently as he presses a soft kiss on my shoulder.