It was a mere 2 years later. 2 years since the day you walked down the aisle with the man you wanted to be with forever. 2 years since the day you made your baby number 2 and baby number 3. 2 years since the day you became an official Dallas. 2 years later and you still carry the smile that you had when you saw Cameron for the very first time 8 years ago.
You had 2 little boys 8 long months after making love to Cameron on your wedding day. Even though they were early, they were extremely healthy babies. The first few months with them were stressful but you and Cameron didn't let it slow you down, why should you? You were blessed with not only one new baby but two.
They were just over a year now. You saw all the qualities you saw in your baby girl in them. They were just like their father, brown eyes, brown hair, chubby. When you watched them you knew they would grow up and be just as successful as their father had been. A girl would fall in love with them just like you had fallen in love with Cameron. They would protect their big sister and wouldn't let anyone hurt her. They were going to be okay, they were going to be great.
You put your 3 little ones to bed and walked into your room and saw Cameron laying in his boxers on top of your covers. He peaked up from behind his phone as you walked in. He heard the door clicked as you turned the knob to enter the room and a smile appeared on his face. He set his phone down on the bed side tabled and opened his arms as you walked over to the bed in just his t-shirt and little blue laced underwear.
He pulled you into his arms and held you close to his chest planting a gentle kisses on top your head. You wrapped your arms around his waist. You took in the faint scent of his cologne that still lingered on his skin. But it honestly wasn't just any scent, it was his scent.
He pushed a strand of hair out of your face and lifted your chin up and planted a soft kiss on your lips. Every time you kissed it was like he took all the air from the world and had it for himself. He left you breathless every time. Even a simple kiss was good enough for you to feel this way. I guess that's how you feel when you are in love.
When you laid in bed with him, you both rarely spoke to each other. Just the existence of each other was enough for you to be happy, to be content. His hand slipped under your shirt and rested against your bare skin. He snuggled his face into your shoulder and kissed it gently. "Good night beautiful." You got butterflies every time he said this. You would hold your breath for a few seconds to take it all in, which Cameron would return with a quietly chuckle against your skin.
There was something about just having his presence that completed you. Every day you sat with him trying to figure out how you had ended up with such a mere perfect life. You couldn't understand why you had been given this life and not someone else. But maybe it was because no one else would be able to cherish this as much as you. Or maybe, just simply, it was because fate had worked in your favor. But you refused to question it because you were happy with the cards you had been dealt and you wouldn't have it any other way.
You rested your head next to Cameron’s' and fell asleep in his arms. You would wake up in the same position you had fell asleep in; followed by the presence of 3 children surrounding you both. You would give each of them a kiss on the head waking them up. 4 kisses followed by 8 eyes peering open to look at you and you responded with a smile.
Cameron moved his arms from around you and stretched. He sat up and pulled his beautiful baby girl onto his lap. Her smile just as silly as her brothers, half grown in. He always picked on her for it, jokingly of course, and it would always make her smile even more.
Each day she grew looking more like him. Her once curly locks turned to wavy strands of hair. You knew you would never have the bond with her that she shared with Cameron. You would never have the bond he shared with all of your children. It didn't break your heart either. You were glad it was him and not you.
There was so much to your story that you didn't share. So much more to life than just love, than to just being in love. You see while you read these play backs of my life, so much more is going on. There are things inside me eating me alive. There are guilty moments that aren't shared. There are sadness’s. There are losses. There are broken hearts. There are moments you wish you could take back. There are mistakes that were made. There are rollercoasters of emotions. There are many things you wish were shared but could not be because what is a fairytale really about when it comes down to it? Happiness, and that it what you have been given. You have been given the happiness that dies within me every day.
