Mommy Dearest *Completed but Not Edited*

Chapter 40

Jaida:

I hate Mondays. That was my first thought when I woke up Monday morning two weeks after my fainting incident. I was determined to finally get my life under control and I had been doing just that. I had started back working and going to therapy and everyday I'd try to get close to Cameron. My therapist said it was a good idea and that it would help me. I still hadn't managed to tell him that I was getting help not that I didn't want to but more like I didn't want to cause an argument when things were slowly getting good and back to normal but I know it needed to be done.

Walking out of Genny's room, where I had still been sleeping, I headed to Bella's room. It was early enough that she'd still be asleep and I just wanted to check on her. Gently opening the door, I stared at the tiny lump tangled in the bed sheets and I smiled, biting my lip to avoid laughing. Gently brushing the hair away from her face, I placed a kiss on her forehead before heading back out.

I headed to my room next, a room I hardly ever visited. I assumed Cameron was still sleeping but I assumed wrong. When I walked in he was sitting on the edge of the bed staring out the window. He turned when he heard the click of the door and looked at me with surprise in his eyes.

"Hey," I said slowly making my way towards him and taking a seat beside him.

"Hey, you alright?"

I nodded, "You haven't been sleeping well." I said, staring out the window.

"It's alright," he said, releasing a sigh.

I reached over and grabbed his hand, entwining our fingers, something I had been doing the past two weeks, "No it's not. I can see how tired you are."

He lifted our hands and placed a kiss on my knuckles, "I'll be ok."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Want to help me make breakfast?" I asked, wanting to change the topic.

"Yea of course," he agreed immediately, making me smile. It had been awhile since I made breakfast or cooked anything in general so I was a little rusty but I was looking forward to doing this. Maybe I could get the courage to mention the therapy to Cam.

He stood up pulling me along with him, "What should we make?"

"Everything," I said with a smile.

"Hey Cam?" I asked, leaning up against the counter, watching him cook bacon. Now was as good a time to talk as we were alone.

"Yea?" He asked, not looking up from the pan.

"Um, there's something I have to tell you, it's because of the attack," I started softly.

He stiffened and looked up at me, "You're not pregnant are you?"

I shook my head, I had gotten tested the day I passed out. Tested for everything to make sure I was clean. I had never felt such relief since this accident. I didn't know what I would have done if I had caught something or was pregnant. I didn't know if I had it in me to keep a child that would have a resemblance to the man that attacked me. I also didn't know if I had the heart to get rid of a baby. I was extremely happy that I wasn't faced with that decision. I would have needed something stronger than therapy to save me from that.

"Well what's wrong?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

I sighed, "I've kinda been in therapy since the attack."

He face went blank for awhile and his eye twitched a little, like he was struggling to keep his emotions in check, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Not important, I just wanted to tell you."