Savor You (Fusion #5)(65)

“You’re okay, baby,” he says and plants his lips on my head. “How do you feel?”

“My head hurts,” I reply with a sniff. “I’m sore everywhere. I’m afraid that you think I was trying to keep this from you and you’re angry with me.”

“I’m not angry,” he says and tips my chin up to look at him. “I’m not angry at you.”

“You haven’t been exactly warm and fuzzy.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Everything’s jumbled in my head. Of course I was worried and scared. So fucking scared, Mia. I just finally have you back in my life. I can’t lose you again. If anything were to happen to you, I just don’t know what I would do.

“And I admit that today was way too similar to the day we lost Mom and Dad. I’d just got off the phone with you, and then suddenly you’re calling me again and you’re on the way to the hospital. I didn’t know how badly you were hurt, and once I got here, we couldn’t get back to you. Steph came down from Olympia where she was working today to be with me.”

“Was anyone unkind to you?” I ask, ready to kick some ass.

“No. Your friends and your parents were fine. They were scared, too. And then the doctor came out to let your family know that you’d be fine, and that the baby would be fine.”

“Fuck,” I whisper and brush a tear off my cheek. Crying only made my head hurt worse, but it was a cleansing cry. “I’m sorry you found out like that.”

“Everyone turned to stare at me, but I didn’t know either, so I didn’t know what to say.”

“There was nothing to say,” I insist. “Jesus, Camden, I’d just found out not even thirty minutes before I called you to let you know that I was on my way home. It’s not like I’ve carried this secret around with me for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment to tell you or something.”

“I’m glad,” he admits and kisses my head again. “And I’m so fucking relieved that you’re okay. That you’re both okay.”

I relax against him, enjoying the way his arms feel around me, relieved to be here with him. I can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“I can only imagine the looks my parents and Landon must have sent you when the doctor said the baby would be okay.”

I look up to find him smiling down at me.

“It was awkward, that’s for sure.”

“I’m sorry,” I reply and kiss his chest. “I’ll fill them in on the specifics. It’s crazy because three of us are pregnant at the same time.”

“Who else?” he asks.

“Cami and Riley are both expecting.” I smile up at him. “It’s fun that we’ll be doing this at the same time.”

“Are you happy about it?” he asks.

“Yeah. I know it’s not ideal, but we love each other.” I shrug and feel my eyelids getting heavy. “We will figure it all out.”

“We’ll get married right away, of course,” he says, and I sit up, immediately wide awake again.

“No.”

“Bullshit. You and this baby will have my name. I was going to propose anyway, Mia.”

Something softens inside me. “You were?”

“I swear, I was.”

“That’s sweet. But I’m still not marrying you until after this baby is born.” He narrows his eyes menacingly, and I keep talking. “Glare at me all day long, Camden, but I will not bend on this. I’m not going to have people saying that I’m trapping you into marriage.”

“Your past actions aren’t exactly indicative of someone trying to trap me.”

“I don’t care. When we get married, it’ll be because we want to, not because of a baby.”

“For the record, I don’t like it and I don’t agree.”

I life my chin stubbornly and he kisses it.

“Fine. We’ll wait until after the baby’s born.”



“What’s that?” Camden asks three months later. We’re in my doctor’s office for an ultrasound, and he’s been harassing the ultrasound tech for the past ten minutes.

“That’s the placenta,” she says. She’s measuring and marking things, and once in a while when she sweeps past the baby I can see the fluttering of the heart. “It’s the appropriate size for how far along you are.”

I grin at Camden, but he’s enthralled with the ultrasound screen.

“What’s this?”

“That’s your baby’s foot,” she replies. “Five little toes.”

“Aww, it has toes,” I say to Camden.

“Of course it does.” He points to the screen. “What’s that?”

“Stop asking the poor woman what everything is,” I say, squeezing his hand.

“It’s okay,” she says with a grin. “He’s excited, and that’s a good thing. That’s the baby’s knee. And in a minute here, I can tell you the sex if you want.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Camden scowls at me. “Of course we want to know.”

“Not today. We have to keep it a secret until the gender reveal party on Saturday.”