I stopped in my tracks ready to fight with my so called best friend. He’d given me shit over his brother and he’d broken the rules too. And now her comment about him being married in Vegas before made sense.
“Hold there, gunslinger,” Cam said, stopping me from my march over there. “I already gave him shit about it when he called to warn me not to hurt you.”
If Eddie only knew that I’d never felt safer than I did with his arms securely around me, he would have never given his brother shit.
“What happened?” I asked him.
He apparently knew more than I did. He shrugged.
“One minute they were hot and heavy and the next they were done. He never told me why.”
I would get to the bottom of it. But it was our second wedding, something a lot of people couldn’t say they had. I stared into his hypnotic green gaze and said, “I love you, Cam.”
“I’ve always loved you.”
The diamond set that sat on my hand was a little larger than what I would have wanted, but it was simple enough not to be gaudy.
“I want forever with you,” I said.
“Always and forever.”
There was an endless amount of love in his eyes. And though on some level it still scared me, I wasn’t afraid.
“There’s something blue under my dress.”
He leaned in and kissed my neck. “Yeah, I can’t wait to take it off of you. In fact, we should leave now.”
His touch was electric, but there was something I had to say before I lost my nerve. Just as love inspired hope, so did life. I’d embraced it despite fear. I’d taken risk that my heart wouldn’t be broken a second time.
“We’re having a boy.”
His feet stopped and he gazed at me with so much wonder. Our relationship was unconventional. With his job, he couldn’t be at all my doctor’s appointments once we found out I was pregnant. I’d been marked as high risk and thus had regular ultrasound being extra cautious because of my previous miscarriage. During that visit the past week, our son exposed himself to the technician who’d laughed and asked if I wanted to know the sex of our baby.
He repeated my words in a stutter. “We’re having a boy.”
The only thing that might have been wrong with what he said was that he’d shouted it. His hand covered my tiny baby bump hidden by my dress announcing to the world our secret. We hadn’t told anyone except close family and friends and only after twelve weeks.
“We’re having a boy. That’s my son in there,” he said at the top of his lungs, before wrapping me in his strong arms and kissing me again.
Then we were surrounded by family and friends as the love swelled in my heart. To think I almost didn’t have this because I’d been a chicken shit.
“Don’t ever let go,” I said to him as people called out their well wishes.
“Never,” he whispered in my ear.
Life, love, hope, and happiness surrounded me as he held me there in his arms.