The Edge

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Each day seems to blend into another one. Each moment more perfect than another.

It's been months since Emily was born, we went for a check-up at the hospital already. That's where I found out Dr. Alice is Cameron's mother. That was an interesting conversation.

Anyone on the outside would just assume that they're a happy family. No one would have guessed the truth.

Cam goes off to work, I never asked what he does, but I have derived from a conversation that he is a businessman of some sort. I stay home with Emily.

He brought us everything we needed. I never asked why. I was taught to never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Cam treats Emily like his own. We eat together. We laugh together. We even had a couple of fights already. We just fell into a family dynamic naturally.

"What are you thinking?" Cam asked, taking Emily from me. He's already prepared her bath, and he's going to bath her like he's done every day for the last 4 months.

"Just wondering how I got so lucky," I said, smiling up at him.

He's so perfect. It's a problem. No the fact that he's perfect isn't the problem. It's me thinking he's perfect. I'm falling in love with this man. This person who was a stranger 4 months ago. This man that just took in a strange woman and her newborn baby without even blinking.

I keep watching him. Waiting for his dark side. Just the edge. Any sign that he's not this perfect. But so far there's nothing. Not even a hint.

"You're frowning again," his brown eyes meet mine. Like a moth to a flame, I feel the need to touch him. To straighten his frowning brow. To lean into his arms and kiss him.

But, I resist the temptation and turn away. He has only ever treated me like a good friend. These feelings are totally one-sided. And I can already tell that they're going to cause trouble.

"I'm just worried about going into town," I said eventually, it's not a lie, "it would be the first time in a very long time that I'm going into town by myself."

"We can come with you," he responded frowning.

"No, I need to do it eventually," I answer softly. He doesn't seem convinced, but to his credit, he stays quiet.

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