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has become more discerning in recent months, and I’ve finally given in. Now I just need to find a way to get what I need from her without my parents knowing and without putting more in than I am willing to give.
“Stop thinking so hard. I’m not gonna run out and start scouting rings,” she mumbles from her pillow, her mouth curved in a rueful smile.
“No?”
Why am I offended by that rejection?
“Nope. That was good sex, but I’m not dumb enough to see it as more than it is, so you can chill out. Oh God, I need to go back to my room, but I’m not sure my legs agree with me.” She groans, struggling to a seated position on the side of the bed. “Could I ask you to get my gown? Please? I can’t bend that low without embarrassing myself.”
I do as she asks, stifling my disappointment that she’s leaving me to sleep alone. Surely she can stay for a while? Enjoy the afterglow and maybe another round.
“You should stay a little longer.”
“Look out the window, Cameron. It’ll be dawn soon, and I doubt you want your mom finding me sneaking out of here.”
I look to my left and curse when I see that the sky is indeed just starting to turn a lighter shade than pitch black.
“Oh, you’re right. Should I walk you?”
“No. Thanks. I’m good.”
When she walks to the door and pauses, I prepare for histrionics.
“You know, I never wanted anything more out of life than to have a good job that I worked for and maybe an apartment in a good side of town. I don’t want or need your money for me. This baby may not be planned, but I love him enough to shame myself if it means giving him the best that I possibly can.”
She’s gone before I can say a word, and I feel the euphoria I’d been nursing slip away to leave a bitter regret behind.
I want to believe her, and that is perhaps more dangerous than wanting her body because it means that I could want something more, and more, I don’t do.
Ever.
Chapter Eleven
Shaw
Breakfast is the same old process. Marge talks non-stop, Vic smiles indulgently, and I listen as best as I can as she chatters on a mile a minute.
Only this morning it’s an added struggle, as I try to ignore Cameron’s heated stares and the way his tongue keeps flicking at his bottom lip.
“You have an appointment today, Ducky. Oh! I’m so excited. We’ll get a photo of the ultrasound, and the doctor says that with these 3-D scans you can see just what the baby looks like. Isn’t it exciting!”
I notice Cameron tense before his head dips, and he makes a noncommittal sound that sounds like a grunt.
“Well, I for one am quite curious to see if the little tyke will have the Stone mouth or take more after Margie’s side. The Maxwells have less lip and more nose.”
“Oh you!” she chides, her eyes shining brightly. “You know full well the lads are only as handsome as they are because of me.”
She must realize what she said because her eyes get moist and soon she’s sniffling into her napkin.
I feel so guilty for some reason that it’s physically painful not to jump up and run away. It’s hard to commiserate when I didn’t love her son and he didn’t love me. I can’t even have one of those ‘Remember Rob liked to…’ kinds of talks because as far as I remember he liked drinking, dancing, and sex.
And no commitment.
“Oh hush, you old watering pot; you’re upsetting the poor girl. You alright, Ducky?”
“Yeah, I just don’t like it when Marge gets sad, but I understand. This must be hard for her since…”
I don’t finish, and when I look up Cameron is glaring at me. I ignore him and smile at Marge before digging into my breakfast.
I can’t believe I slept with him just hours ago, and here he is, right back to his old nastiness. I shouldn’t be surprised; he is a dick after all, and I freaking know it, I just didn’t expect…
Whom am I kidding? Like Cameron getting some from me would magically change his opinion. It’s probably the opposite.
“Stop thinking so hard. I’m not gonna run out and start scouting rings,” she mumbles from her pillow, her mouth curved in a rueful smile.
“No?”
Why am I offended by that rejection?
“Nope. That was good sex, but I’m not dumb enough to see it as more than it is, so you can chill out. Oh God, I need to go back to my room, but I’m not sure my legs agree with me.” She groans, struggling to a seated position on the side of the bed. “Could I ask you to get my gown? Please? I can’t bend that low without embarrassing myself.”
I do as she asks, stifling my disappointment that she’s leaving me to sleep alone. Surely she can stay for a while? Enjoy the afterglow and maybe another round.
“You should stay a little longer.”
“Look out the window, Cameron. It’ll be dawn soon, and I doubt you want your mom finding me sneaking out of here.”
I look to my left and curse when I see that the sky is indeed just starting to turn a lighter shade than pitch black.
“Oh, you’re right. Should I walk you?”
“No. Thanks. I’m good.”
When she walks to the door and pauses, I prepare for histrionics.
“You know, I never wanted anything more out of life than to have a good job that I worked for and maybe an apartment in a good side of town. I don’t want or need your money for me. This baby may not be planned, but I love him enough to shame myself if it means giving him the best that I possibly can.”
She’s gone before I can say a word, and I feel the euphoria I’d been nursing slip away to leave a bitter regret behind.
I want to believe her, and that is perhaps more dangerous than wanting her body because it means that I could want something more, and more, I don’t do.
Ever.
Chapter Eleven
Shaw
Breakfast is the same old process. Marge talks non-stop, Vic smiles indulgently, and I listen as best as I can as she chatters on a mile a minute.
Only this morning it’s an added struggle, as I try to ignore Cameron’s heated stares and the way his tongue keeps flicking at his bottom lip.
“You have an appointment today, Ducky. Oh! I’m so excited. We’ll get a photo of the ultrasound, and the doctor says that with these 3-D scans you can see just what the baby looks like. Isn’t it exciting!”
I notice Cameron tense before his head dips, and he makes a noncommittal sound that sounds like a grunt.
“Well, I for one am quite curious to see if the little tyke will have the Stone mouth or take more after Margie’s side. The Maxwells have less lip and more nose.”
“Oh you!” she chides, her eyes shining brightly. “You know full well the lads are only as handsome as they are because of me.”
She must realize what she said because her eyes get moist and soon she’s sniffling into her napkin.
I feel so guilty for some reason that it’s physically painful not to jump up and run away. It’s hard to commiserate when I didn’t love her son and he didn’t love me. I can’t even have one of those ‘Remember Rob liked to…’ kinds of talks because as far as I remember he liked drinking, dancing, and sex.
And no commitment.
“Oh hush, you old watering pot; you’re upsetting the poor girl. You alright, Ducky?”
“Yeah, I just don’t like it when Marge gets sad, but I understand. This must be hard for her since…”
I don’t finish, and when I look up Cameron is glaring at me. I ignore him and smile at Marge before digging into my breakfast.
I can’t believe I slept with him just hours ago, and here he is, right back to his old nastiness. I shouldn’t be surprised; he is a dick after all, and I freaking know it, I just didn’t expect…
Whom am I kidding? Like Cameron getting some from me would magically change his opinion. It’s probably the opposite.
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