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"That was my mum on the phone," Camilla said with a groan as she got back into bed. She'd slipped on Storm's shirt a few minutes ago when her mother had called and had walked to the other room for a little privacy. That, alongside the fact that Storm's hands on her body had been a little distracting.
Storm's eyes danced around her body, fixating on her face and what she assumed to be the expression she held. "Your face tells me you didn't like what was discussed." He sat up to place his hands on her hips, which he used to propel her forward into the crook of his arm.
Gabby had called to discuss the conversation that they never had. She wanted Camilla to come over that afternoon to talk about everything that had happened and although she was surprised her mother had taken so long to ask about it, she was dreading the conversation itself.
"She wants me to come round to talk about the abortion," she muttered and with a sigh, she placed her head on Storm's chest. "Not something I'm looking forward to very much actually."
Storm's hand reached for her chin as he made her look up at him. "Don't go jumping to conclusions, Cam. You have no idea what she might say to you, your mother loves you."
"I thought the same about Craig," she replied swiftly and glanced at the ceiling. "And look at that. We haven't spoken in at least two weeks, he refuses to even be in the same room as me and I want to hate him for it but I really can't."
What she didn't voice out was that she was completely terrified that her mother was going to do the exact same thing. Hell, her father too. She knew that it wasn't exactly the end of the world if they didn't talk to her, but it would hurt a hell of a lot.
Storm wasn't silent beside her and apart from his arms that tightened around her, there really wasn't any indication he was in the present. Until he let out a ragged breath and turned to her, "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry that I reassured you that he would be there and that he wouldn't ju-"
"Don't apologise," she intercepted calmly. She rolled over so that she was on her stomach, but her gaze was set firmly on him. "It isn't your fault and honestly, I expected it to happen so it wasn't much of a surprise. And I'm not entirely alone, I have you and that's more than I need."
Storm smiled at her words, his jaw clenching as she spoke and it was such a beautiful sight to see the man she loved completely crumble beneath her words.
He pressed his lips against her and kissed away the pain and worry she'd been drowning in. His lips moved against hers, soft and secure as she responded, her own thoughts lost in the midst of the feeling of this man against her.
Storm mumbled something against her lips, just as he rolled them over so he was hovering on top of her. "Never met a woman who could turn me into a complete pile of shit like you," he stated, as he looked over her. She laughed at his words, despite how crude they were in actual fact.
