He smiles against my lips, as if remembering something. “We got married yesterday.”
I laugh. “Huh, fancy that. We did.” I get up and throw my robe on and open the drapes and look around my beautiful room. There’s even a framed photograph of the three of us on my bedside table. “I just love this room, Cam.” I shake my head. “I love everything about it. What you picked, how you did it. The fact that you did it yourself.”
Cam smiles proudly as he looks around. “Hmm, me too.”
I smirk; I would just love to tease him about loving this room…but, I won’t.
“How did you ever pull this off?” I ask.
“With great difficulty,” he sighs, his eyes still closed.
“Dad, I’m really hungry.” Owen frowns. “Get up.”
Cameron is the one who usually fusses over Owen in the mornings. However, today, the poor man is exhausted.
“Daddy is tired, baby. I’ll get your breakfast,” I reply.
Cameron yawns. “It’s not here yet; I have to ring for it.”
“Huh?” I frown.
“The hotel down the road is bringing up a full breakfast out in the garden, but I have to ring for it.” He yawns sleepily. “I couldn’t cook you anything because we don’t have a kitchen yet.”
Owen’s eyes widen in horror; he’s getting hangry. “Well, how long will that be?”
“I packed some Muesli bars and bananas in your backpack, Owen,” Cam replies.
“Come on, let’s go get your backpack until breakfast arrives.” I smile.
Cameron gets up and sleepily pulls his boxers on.
“Stay in bed, Cam,” I say.
“Hmm, no.” He looks out the window. “I’ve got to put the sprinklers on our plants.”
“What?” I frown.
“We won’t be back for a week and I’m worried they’re going to die.” He sighs. “We do go on our honeymoon this afternoon, remember?” He shakes his head at my forgetfulness.
“Am I coming on the moon-honey?” Owen asks.
“No. Remember you’re going to stay with Blake and Natasha and Joshua,” Cameron says. “We’re bringing you back a big present.” He widens his eyes to accentuate his point. “Huge.”
Owen smiles. “Oh, yeah, that’s right. Sick.” He punches the air in excitement.
Cameron looks out the window. “I’ll need to give the garden a good soaking, though, now. We’ll leave in three hours, okay?”
I drop my head and smile at the floor. “Is that a garden attachment I’m picking up on, Mr. Stanton?” I tease.
His eyes glance up to me and he smirks, knowing full well I’ve got him.
“Well…” His eyes flick back outside again. “I didn’t want to put all that work in for nothing,” he replies matter-of-factly.
I fold my arms in front of me as I lean up against the wall. “Who knew that Cameron Stanton would trade nightclubs for gardening?”
His eyes dance with mischief. “I’ll be sowing a few more seeds this week for that matter.”
My eyes hold his. “If you’re lucky.”
“No luck required,” he fires back. “I have a wife now. I can do whatever the hell I want with her.”
I smile. “Is that so?”
He holds up his hand and shows me the gold band on his finger with a raised eyebrow, and I smile broadly. “That is one sexy hand.”
He takes me in his arms. “Well, I have one sexy wife.”
“Eww. Stop kissing. I just want a banana,” Owen snaps.
“Owen.” Cameron sighs, losing his patience. “I want to give your mother a banana. Go and find the backpack please. Now.”
Owen scowls and heads into his room in search of his backpack, and Cameron kisses me. Deep, aggressive tongue as he grips the back of my head. Dominant perfection, my whole body tingles.
“I can’t wait to get you on your own for a week,” he whispers darkly, pulling my bottom lip out with his teeth and nipping it hard.
I jump at the sting. He then leaves the room and I watch the doorway he just left through. My body thumps with arousal from his momentary touch.
A week alone with my husband…and the mood he’s in… I think I should be scared.
I smile sleepily as I lean my head on Cam’s shoulder. We’re on a plane en-route to our honeymoon in Paris…another surprise.
Cameron is doing a crossword and I know he’s trying to calm his nerves about leaving Owen; he’s never had to do it before. I thought he was going to call the whole thing off when Owen got teary as we left.
“He’ll be fine, Cam,” I sigh.
Cam nods as he pretends to concentrate on the crossword. “I know,” he replies. “Maybe he would have been better staying with Jenna?”
“He’s staying with Jenna through the day, but you said you wanted him to stay with Tash at night because she has guards with her all the time,” I reply.
“I know.” He flicks his pen as he thinks.
“It’s one week.”
He nods. “I know.”
I smile as I watch him. “And he’s crawled into bed with Tash and Josh before in the middle of the night, they don’t mind.” I smile softly. “He’s in very safe hands.”
“A week’s a long time to a little kid,” he murmurs.
“Cameron, he’ll be fine,” I reassure him. “He gets to spend time with his cousins, and this is the first week we have been away alone together. Ever.”
He frowns. “We went to New York.”
“Yes. And I was sick with nerves the whole time, knowing that you were going to leave me any second.”
His brow creases. “How the hell did you do this parent thing on your own?”
I shrug. “It was hard.” I think for a moment. “But not as hard as knowing that one day Owen was going to ask me who his father was.” I narrow my eyes as I think. “And knowing I couldn’t tell him the answer because I didn’t even know.”
Cam shakes his head. “Fuck, Ash. What a nightmare that would have been.”
I smile sadly as I think. “You know, I look back to when Owen was a baby, and even my pregnancy, and I feel like…” I pause.
“You feel like what?” he asks.
“I feel like I didn’t even enjoy being pregnant, you know? I was so scared and constantly worried about money and med school.”
Cam’s face falls and he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. “Next pregnancy will be different, Bloss. I promise.”
I smile and then I frown.
“What?” he asks.
“When do you think we could have another baby, Cam?”
He frowns. “I thought you would want to wait a while. I didn’t want to bring it up and make you feel pressured,” he replies.
“Owen will be five soon and if we want more,” I shrug, “I’m afraid the age gap will be too big between him and his brothers or sisters and then they won’t be close.”
“Whenever you want, baby.” He smiles up against my face as he holds me close. “I’m happy with the family I’ve already got, but if it were up to me I would be trying to get you pregnant on this trip. I’m going to practice anyway, of course,” he mutters.
I look up at him in shock. “What? A baby now? Really?”
“We could?” He purses his lips as he thinks. “But… I know how much you gave up to have Owen, so the decision on when is yours. When you’re ready is when it will happen.”
I smile against his chest. “How many children do you want, Cameron?” It feels funny to be talking about this.
“Twelve,” he replies without hesitation.
“Twelve?” I laugh. “That’s not happening, I can tell you right now.”
“Okay, six.”
“Six?” I shake my head. “Are you drunk?”
Cameron smiles and kisses my lips. “Drunk on you.”
“Cam.” I shake my head. “Babies are messes and crying and sleepless nights.”
He smiles. “And if they give me the same kind of feeling that Owen gives me, then bring it the fuck on.”
My eyes hold his. I love this man. “You know, Cameron, sometimes the things you say… and how hard you love me and Owen… you could probably get me pregnant just by looking at me if you really wanted to,” I whisper.
“I like having sex with you too much to try that method,” he replies dryly.
“You’re an animal.” I smile.
He picks up his pen and goes back to his crossword. “That would make you Mrs. Animal,” he replies flatly as he reads. “Actually, put that on my headstone. Here lies Mr. Animal, husband to Mrs. Animal, who loved sucking cock.” He raises an eyebrow. “Hmm, I like it.”
I roll my eyes. “Do your crossword, idiot.” I glance over his shoulder and read the next question. “Vostok 6,” I murmur.
Cameron eyes flick up to me and he frowns and reads the question out loud. “In which craft did Valencia Tereshkova make her historic space flight?” He narrows his eyes at me. “How do you know that?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I must have read it once.”
“Your brain is a real fucking turn on, you know?” He licks his lips. “You better watch out or I will get you pregnant.”
Our eyes are locked.
“I dare you,” I whisper.
“Dare is a strong word… I am a goal-orientated man, you know.” He raises an eyebrow in question.
My eyes drop to his lips. “So I’ve heard.”