Rising From The Ashes

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Today is the worst and best day of my life. I shouldn’t even be writing this down in case someone sees, but I have to share my burden with someone. I’m pregnant. I never even considered the possibility until recently, but now I am sure. This news should be the most exciting of my life, yet it scares me more than you will ever know. I haven’t yet found the courage to tell Jacob. If anyone else found out we would both be killed along with our baby. And they will find out sooner or later. The only thing I can think of is too run away, but where would I go? My baby may never even get a chance at life before they take her from me. Oh, what do I do???

                                                                                           -The Diary of Lucinda Jane Waders.

 Something gently tickled my face and I sleepily swatted at it without opening my eyes. I felt it again a second later, which woke me up enough to open my eyes. Cameron stared down at me, his face just centimeters from mine. I gasped in surprise and he laughed.

 “Morning, Sunshine,” he said with a smile. When he blinked his eyelashes fluttered against my cheek, which must have been what was tickling me.

 “G’way,” I mumbled sleepily.

 “But you’re breakfast is getting cold,” he replied.

 “Breakfast?” I asked, opening an eye in interest.

 “Just kidding. No breakfast in bed for you.” He smirked and I glared at him.

 “Jerk.”

 “Whatever happened to it’s the thought that counts?” he asked while innocently batting his eyes. I pushed him away from me, hoping he didn’t catch the smile I had been unable to suppress.

 “The thought of food doesn’t make me less hungry now does it? So, I don’t think that really applies,” I told him.

 “Damn. I guess romance just isn’t my thing,” Cameron said.

 “Romance,” I repeated, the word feeling strange on my tongue. Obviously there isn’t much need for a word like that in a world where relationships don’t go past friendship and family. Love is only for mothers, sisters, and friends. There are only a few that know it goes past that, that there is more than one type of love. Lily Fisher knew that and I thought she was crazy for it. Things have changed so much since then.

 “You have no idea what that is, do you?” he asked with a wry smile.

 “Not really,” I answered sheepishly. Why I felt embarrassed about this I don’t know, but I did. I’d been ignorant to an entire world that Cameron had always had access to. Maybe I was never really given a choice, but I still felt like if I hadn’t always been so accepting of everything I’d been told that maybe I would have noticed that something was out of place.

 “Guess I’ll have to show you sometime,” he replied and I rolled my eyes.

 “A definition would be fine.”

 “And what fun would that be? Nope, I’m gonna make it way more interesting than that,” he said. With a laugh I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

 “You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he growled softly before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. Moments like this were the only time I ever stopped thinking about everything going on and relaxed. It never lasted long enough, but for right then it was enough.

 “You talk in your sleep, you know,” Cameron whispered and then continued to kiss me.

 “Oh really?” I breathed in response. “And what did I say?”