Savor You (Fusion #5)(59)

She raises a brow and waits as I keep my eyes on hers and raise the lid on the dessert.

“Cheesecake,” she whispers.

“Strawberry.”

She looks up at me. “You got two pieces.”

“I can’t expect you to share it. I mean, we just exerted ourselves on our beach walk. You need the calories.”

“You know that I love you, right? Because I do.”

“I know.” I smile and hold a bite up to her lips. “I got the memo.”

“Mm.” She licks her lips and takes the fork from me. “Thank you.”

Something behind her catches my eye. “Shit. Look.”

Just as she turns around, a whale breaches the water and falls back in, making a spectacular splash. Then, five seconds later, another smaller one does the same.

“Oh, she has a baby,” Mia cries, completely forgetting about the cake. I cover it back up as she reaches for the binoculars and races to the railing. “Oh my God, this is incredible. Look.” She offers me the binoculars, but I shake my head.

I can see them. They’re gorgeous.

“I count four whales right now,” she says.

“The only time I’ve heard this much excitement in your voice is when you pick vegetables in your garden or pull a fresh pie from your oven,” I say, and brush her hair to the side so I can kiss her neck. “You love this.”

“Who wouldn’t love this?” she asks. “Do you know how many people go their whole lives without seeing a whale even once?”

“Do you?” I ask with a laugh.

“Okay, so I don’t have exact statistics, but it’s a lot. This is incredible, Camden.”

She needs a place here.

I’ll put that into motion next week. That’ll be her Christmas gift this year. She deserves it.

“There are two babies,” she says. “Oh my God, this is fantastic.”

“You’re fantastic,” I whisper in her ear. Suddenly, she spins around and wraps her arms around me, holding on tightly. “What is it?”

“Thank you,” she says and turns her big blue eyes up to me. “Thank you for this.”

I tip my head down to kiss her lips. “This is entirely my pleasure, sweetheart. Watch your whales.”

She kisses me again and turns back to watch the show in the water, and I know that I will never spend another day in my life without her.

She’s mine.





Chapter Seventeen





Mia


“I’m sure it’s just a bug,” I say to the doctor as she takes notes. “We arrived home from the beach last night, and I think it’s probably just something I ate, or maybe even the flu.”

“How long have you been feeling like this?” she asks, not looking up from her computer.

“Off and on for about a week, I guess. But it comes and goes.”

“And when was your last period?”

I think back and can’t remember, so I reach for my phone. “Let me check. It would have been about eight weeks since my last period.” I frown. “But, I do remember that I had a spotty period last month.”

“Not a full period?”

“No, but I’m under a ton of stress right now, and that usually makes my period weird.” I shrug.

“Stress can definitely do that,” she says with a smile. “It can even make you feel queasy.”

“Yeah, I figured. But I thought I should come in, just in case.”

She nods and finishes typing, then asks me to sit on the table with paper covering it. “Go ahead and lie down.” She pushes her fingers into my stomach, then listens to my heart. “Sit up, please.”

More poking and prodding and looking up my nose and into my ears.

“You seem pretty healthy,” she says. “I know I say this every time I see you, but you could benefit from losing fifty pounds.”

“Yes, but that’s not why I’m here today.”

“As your doctor, I need to remind you of that.”

I roll my eyes behind her back and wait for her to tell me to go home and rest. But instead she hands me my slip and points down the hall.

“Take this and drop it off at the lab. Go ahead and leave a urine sample for me, and they’ll draw some blood and send you back here.”

This seems excessive for it being something I ate, but I shrug and follow directions. When the phlebotomist is finished poking forty-three holes in my arm, I make my way back to my room and sit for at least twenty minutes.

I shoot Riley a text.

Why is it that every time I go to the doctor, she writes OBESITY as my diagnosis, even if I’m not here for that? Does my weight have anything at all to do with eating bad crab yesterday?

I roll my eyes and read about rheumatoid arthritis on the poster opposite from where I’m sitting when Riley texts back.

What a bitch. I’m sorry you had bad crab! No one wants bad crabs. Ha ha!

I grin and put my phone away as the doctor walks back in with her laptop open and her glasses perched on the end of her nose.

“Well, we have figured this mystery out.”

“Fantastic.”

“You’re pregnant.”

I blink at her for a moment and then laugh. “Right. Oh gosh, that’s funny. Anyway, what’s up?”