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Friday evening arrived and so did an invitation to Camilla's brothers. Craig and Rosa had both insisted on a family meal that night, courtesy of them both. Since they had both been so busy with the announcement of the pregnancy, this seemed the right time. In the following weeks, things were expected to get busy. The team were flying out to Madrid for an important match so training was going to become paramount.
Camilla had to admit she'd been avoiding Rosa and Craig. Despite her admission to be there every step of the way and it was purely because she could foresee it being harder than she had anticipated. Of course she had always known that they would end up starting a family eventually, she just hadn't expected it to be so soon after her abortion. The wound was still open and their announcement had been like the salt that caused you to flinch when it came into contact with an open cut.
Avoiding them meant she didn't feel as guilty.
She'd chosen to end the life of her child, even if it hadn't fully been developed yet. And she was beyond ashamed to ever admit that to anybody in her family – the thought alone terrified her.
What they wouldn't understand, what nobody would understand, was how it affected her. There were times she wondered where she would be now if she didn't go through with the abortion. Would she be happy? Would she be struggling? She couldn't really imagine herself as a mother, but she thought she would do a pretty good job of it.
Thankfully, her phone started ringing at the moment. It was the perfect timing because she didn't have time to delve into the deep dark hole that was her mind. Without looking at the caller ID, she answered, "Craig, I'm on my way so stop sending me memes on being late." He'd sent her at least five in the last twenty minutes and she well and truly wondered how her brother would cope with a child. They'll for sure share some similarities, she thought with a grin.
Storm's laughter filled the phone after a moment of silence. Almost bewildered, Camilla glanced at the caller ID and realised he'd been calling, not her brother. "Hey," she sounded as surprised as she felt.
"How's your day been?" he asked quietly and she couldn't help but smile. Over the weekend they'd finished her living room, with Storm practically speeding through everything and it looked incredible now. Cream furniture, black pillows and a few pieces of art she'd scattered around the room to brighten it up. For once, she actually felt like she was at home, which was good. And it helped that Storm kissed her senseless, until she'd felt dizzy and restless. Hell, before he'd left Sunday night, he'd left her with one hell of a parting gift.
Storm had pressed her by the door and leaned down to kiss her. It had been fast and hard, with his lips furiously brushing against her own and her hands had gripped the shirt on his chest, feeling the way his muscles contracted against her touch and the bulge in his trousers had yet again made itself present. Even when they'd pulled apart to breath, his hands had touched every part of her body; her arms, her breasts, her thighs. And his lips had pressed against her neck, kissing every single inch until she'd been breathless. Despite his admission to not have sex, he hadn't been helping either of them there because all she could think about was sex after that.
