This is the last chapter and then I'm going to make a sequel.
We manager to keep the secret. It's July. Olivia and Aaron graduated high school with Ace and they're all going to Stanford.
We're paying for Aaron to go.
It's forth of July.
Cam was a month and a half when she found out, now she's exactly four months.
Well, she's three months, but she's literally five days away from four.
She's starting to show, but she just wears baggy clothes.
We're at our house and we're going to set off fireworks in the backyard.
She's walking around with her hands on her breasts.
"Why are you doing that?" Aaron asks, suspicious.
She shrugs.
Everyone narrows their eyes.
"Are you pregnant?" Annabell asks.
"No." she lies.
Everyone narrows their eyes.
She sighs. "Yes."
Shock.
"Wait, are you serious?" Aaron demands.
He walks right over to Cam and lifts her shirt, revealing her swelling belly.
She sighs when everyone gasps.
He drops her shirt.
"I bet you got her pregnant at the pool." Ace snickers.
"You know about that?" she asks.
"We're not stupid." Aaron says.
CAM'S POV
I've been really thinking about calling Matt.
I miss him.
Maybe he can change.
Everyone went to bed, and I'm sitting on the counter with a giant salad.
I pick up my phone, the sticky note in my hand.
Matt wrote it.
It's only eleven at night.
I take a deep breath and dial the number.
It rings six times, and then stops.
"Hello?"
I don't say anything.
"Hello?" Matt repeats.
"Hi." I say, hardly audible.
"Cam?" he asks.
"Yeah." I whisper.
"How um...I'm sorry." He says. "For everything. I know you were just trying to protect me, and I really really hurt you. It's my fault you went back to rehab. Everything is my fault. It's just...it's hard to wrap my head around. I got a restraining order against Uncle Matt. He's not my father. I got one against Aunt Alice too. They're horrible people. They sent me from jail to rehab. I got some help. I'm in a relationship now. Married, actually. She's pregnant."
"Wow, that's really great." I say.
"I want to see you." He says quietly.
"I don't...I don't know."
Channing comes walking into the living room.
He frowns, wondering who I'm on the phone with.
He sees the sticky note clutched in my hand, and realization hits him.
He stands between my legs, rubbing my back.
"Okay." He whispers.
"I'm uh, I'm gonna go."
"Okay." He mumbles.
I can tell he's upset.
"Bye."
I hang up on him.
Channing and I are both quiet for a long time.
"How can I help?" he whispers at my silence.
I take a deep breath.
"Let's cuddle."
