Kade & Cameron (Something About Him Book 6)
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1[PC1]
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Something About Him
Kade & Cameron
A.D. Ellis
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By A.D. Ellis
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Quotes of Inspiration
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
From the Author
About the Author
Acknowledgements
Connect with A.D. Ellis
Quotes of Inspiration
“The bravest thing you will ever do is love again.” ~Madalyn Beck
“If life can remove someone you never dreamed of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.” ~Rachel Wolchin
Dedication
For a precious person in my life taken much too soon.
You taught us we could be sad, but not too sad.
Introduction
I started a short story in the winter of 2015/2016. It was called Bryan and Jase: The Beginning and it was simply to give my real life Bryan and Jase a story they could enjoy. However, while writing the short story, I realized Bryan and Jase’s story could go much further. Once I checked with “Bryan” to be sure he was okay with me publishing this story, I got to work on the full-length story. During the planning, I decided Something About Him could be a series because I had some real-life scenarios bouncing around in my head. The stories will all be male/male romance (because I’ve fallen in love with that genre since writing my first male/male Sawyer) and I hope to release them all in 2016 and early 2017. The stories will be Bryan & Jase, Nick & Brody, Barrett & Ivan, Braeton & Drew, and Ryker & Gavin. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Adam & Kyle (from Braeton & Drew’s story) would be the starring characters in a secret project with a friend and fellow author, Aleatha Romig.
A point that will likely interest many readers, Kade & Cameron’s story is very much based on several real-life people/events. Names have been changed, events and outcomes have been altered in some instances, and some facts have been switched around a bit. But, the vast majority of this story stemmed from real-life events. Sometimes truth really is stranger than fiction.
Please know that I attempt to write realistic stories. This means that some of the characters’ actions and reactions are based on real-life situations. We don’t always agree with people’s choices or decisions. I don’t always agree with my characters’ choices and actions, but I try to write them as true-to-life as I can. Yes, sometimes we’re going to feel angry, upset, or disappointed, but that’s life. I hope readers will enjoy the journey!
Chapter 1[PC1]
Cameron
“Cam, babe, we need to talk,” Deacon’s words were a ragged whisper as he struggled to breathe through the [PC2]oxygen mask strapped to his face.
I breathed deeply, unable to hide the shuddering sob that wracked my body. “No, D, you need to rest, and save your energy. I’ll bring the boys later, and you’ll need to be rested to see them.”
“Cameron,” Deacon frowned, shaking his head. “It’s time. We can’t avoid this forever.” He held out a frail hand, pulling me to sit on the edge of his hospital bed. “I can feel it this time. It’s different. I’m not going to beat it.”
I shook my head in defiant protest of his words. “No, don’t talk like that. You beat it before, and you can beat it again. You’re a little run down. Let the medications work on the infection, and let your body recover from that last round of chemo. You’ve got this, D. In a week or so, you’ll be home with the boys and me, and we’ll relax before your final round.” Hollow promises and both of us knew it. Only Deacon was willing to accept and acknowledge the truth. I fought tooth and nail to deny what my heart and soul already knew.
Deacon was dying. My husband. My lover. My friend. My partner for [PC3]the past ten years, the man who was helping me raise two beautiful young boys, and my high school sweetheart even if he hadn’t known about it way back then. Now his body was ravaged by leukemia; he’d been fighting for over a year.
His diagnosis had come just months after we’d adopted our second son, Justin. We’d brought the tiny bundle home from the hospital to meet his older brother, Declan, and tried to settle into a routine as a family of four. But, Deacon had been running a fever, and feeling incredibly run down for over a week. At my urging, and afraid to get the boys sick, Deacon went to the doctor. Days later, we received the shocking and heartbreaking news that Deacon had acute myeloid leukemia.
Chemotherapy and a bone marrow transplant had earned Deacon remission several months after the initial diagnosis. But, the cancer returned weeks later, and the second time the disease wreaked havoc on Deacon’s body.
Knowing the chance of beating the cancer was less the second time around, Deacon faced the chemo and bone marrow transplant with courage and strength. “Someone has to beat the odds, right? I plan to be home with my husband and boys soon. We have a lot of living left to do.”
But, a simple sinus infection landed Deacon in the hospital again. Yes, medications could help, but his body was worn down and defeated. No matter how hard Deacon’s heart wanted to fight the disease, the cancer refused to back down.
Deacon had taken a turn for the worse while fighting the infection. His breathing was labored, and his body held fluid. Blood work indicated the sinus infection had spread into Deacon’s blood. While I understood a healthy body could recover from the devastating effects of sepsis, I knew a diseased body, such as Deacon’s, had a monumental task to overcome.
“Cam, baby, I’m not coming home this time.” Deacon held my hand, closing his eyes as if his soft words had taken all of his energy. “Have Kade and Stephanie keep the kids if they can. If not, call your parents. I don’t want the boys to see me this way.”
My breath caught on another sob, and I gently lay down beside Deacon, drawing him into my arms. I had loved him since high school. Of course, him being ten years older than me and my teacher meant he was completely off-limits. But, I wasn’t a student forever, and I soon landed the older man. Our love was qui
ck and easy. We lived, we laughed, we loved, and adding Declan and Justin to our family had been a dream come true for two gay men who hadn’t known if they’d ever have a family to call their own. Deacon’s parents had long since passed away, so we built a support system for our family with my parents and our friends.
As I held Deacon’s dying body in my arms, I felt his frailty, his struggle to breathe, and his pain. “I don’t want to let you go, D,” I sobbed[PC4]. I reached for the call button, but Deacon shook his head and batted at my hand.
“And I don’t want to be let go, Cam. But it’s time. I hurt; I’m tired, and I don’t want to do this anymore.” Deacon paused to catch his breath. “I know you’ll take care of the boys. Love them, cherish them, make sure they know how much I wanted them and loved them.” He stopped abruptly, a coughing fit shaking him to the bones. “I want you to move on when it feels right.”
When I started to protest, Deacon interrupted me. “I’m not saying right away. I mean, you can be sad, just don’t be too sad. Remember our good times. Remember the love, and keep things happy for our boys. But, when you feel ready, and I know a day will come where you feel your heart stir for someone else, I don’t want you to feel guilty, or deny your feelings because of me. You’re young and you deserve another chance at love. Don’t miss out on that because of some ill-placed sense of loyalty to your dead husband.” A brief flash of Deacon’s sense of humor shone through his pain and exhaustion. “I mean, don’t fall for someone you know I’d hate, at least pick someone I’d approve of. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life alone.”
Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t imagine loving another person the way I loved Deacon. Building a life with someone other than my best friend sent nausea rolling through my body. “I’ll keep that all in mind, but know that I will never love someone else the way I love you.” Kissing his head, I held Deacon tight. I felt my breathing stop as I paused to wait for his next breath. I knew we were fighting against time. A moment would come when there wouldn’t be a next breath.
“I don’t want you to love someone the same way you love me. That love is ours and ours alone. But, you can love someone else in a different way. You can make a new love with him. And that’s okay, so don’t fight it on my account.” Deacon’s words were difficult to hear, even with his body so close. “Don’t ever let the boys forget Daddy Deacon, but don’t keep them from having the family they deserve.”
Sobs shuddered through me as I held Deacon’s dying body. “I love you, D. I love you so damn much. I don’t want this to be goodbye.”
“It’s not goodbye, Cam. It’s see you later. I love you, baby.” As he struggled to draw in even one more breath, I watched his eyes flutter closed. With dark lashes in stark contrast to his pale and ashen skin, his final words slipped through chapped lips. “Be happy and love again.”
Those words would stay with me forever. Deacon’s life slipped away as his body succumbed to the devastation of cancer. I held him, rocking him, whispering sweet words, crying hot, painful tears as the nurses came in to silence the blaring alarms[PC5]. The nurses left, allowing me time to say goodbye to Deacon. I knew I’d honor his wishes regarding Declan and Justin. Those boys would never know anything but love and happiness. They would be cared for[PC6], safe, and they’d never forget that their Daddy Deacon loved them.
Be happy and love again. That was a harder promise to keep. As I prepared to live a life without the man I loved, I was unsure I’d ever find happiness or love again.
Chapter 2
Kade
I held the hands of my two sons, Myles and Evan, as we walked along the sidewalk outside the funeral home. My wife, Stephanie, had entered to pay her condolences to our mutual friend, Cameron, on the passing of his husband. We’d been watching Cam’s boys, Declan and Justin the last few days as Cam finalized arrangements.
Declan and Justin were now on their way to spend the next few days with Cam’s parents, and my own boys were already missing their buddies. Six-year-old Myles had claimed Declan as his best friend early on. Cameron and I both worked at the local college, which was how we met and became friends, but we did different types of work. Cam taught online classes, and I was a tutor through the academic resource center. I also did private tutoring between my work for the college.
Cam’s son, Justin, was about the same age as my four-year-old son, Evan, and they got along as well as two boys that age could. My heart ached for Cameron and his sons as they faced their lives without their loved one. My friend would need my wife and me now more than ever.
“I’ll take the boys home,” Stephanie said from beside me[PC7] as she joined me outside the funeral home. “You should stay for Cam.”
I nodded, glad she was okay with me staying. Stephanie and I had been having relationship issues as of late, nothing atypical for most married couples, but sometimes the tension was exhausting. While Steph used to prefer to spend every waking moment with the boys and me, lately she’d been spending more and more time on business trips and out with friends. I had planned to stay and support Cam, but I honestly worried that Steph would balk at the idea of being the one responsible for the boys’ supper and baths and bed.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. I think Cam will need a friend.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek as I transferred Myles’ and Evan’s small hands from my larger ones to hers. “I’ll stay as long as it seems I’m needed. And I plan to be with him most of the day tomorrow for the funeral. If you can’t watch the boys, I’ll check with my parents.”
Steph wasn’t a huge fan of my parents. Her own had divorced when she was young. Her mother died when Stephanie was a teenager, and her father passed away during her early twenties. My wife had no one to turn to when it came to the boys, so she usually swallowed her dislike of my parents in return for free babysitting and kid-free nights.
Steph nodded and started across the road to load the boys up.
I turned toward the funeral home and steeled my spine[PC8]. The heavily flowered air hit me as I walked through the door.
The public viewing for Deacon Lewis was wrapping up, and by the looks of Cameron, it came not a moment too soon. I stood nearby while Cameron accepted hugs and handshakes and what was likely to be the millionth of heartfelt kind words delivered by friends and acquaintances in the community. Cam looked as if he was about to keel over from exhaustion, and as he shook the last hand, I stepped beside him and grabbed his elbow. “Come on, man, let’s get out of here,” I spoke softly.
Cam turned glazed dark brown eyes to my face and ran a shaky hand through his thick, black hair. “I probably should stay. I’m sure I need to be doing something.”
The funeral home director stepped into the small room, and I waved him over.
Mr. Hall scuttled over, lifting his brow in question. “Sir?”
“Is Mr. Lewis needed for anything else tonight?” I kept my voice low.
“No, sir. We will take care of everything. We just ask that Mr. Lewis arrive tomorrow morning an hour before the service is scheduled to begin.” Mr. Hall assured.
“Thank you.” I nodded then turned my full attention to Cameron. “You’re finished for tonight. You need to get off your feet and rest or you’ll be absolutely no good for the service tomorrow.”
Cam simply nodded and let me lead him toward the door.
When we reached Cam’s truck, I hesitated only a moment before holding my hand out for the keys. “Let me drive.”
Cam didn’t say a word, just handed over the keys and let me all but pour him into the passenger side of his truck.
As I rounded the truck, I pulled out my phone to text Steph.
Probably going to crash on Cam’s couch. He’s a mess. Don’t want to leave him alone.
Her response came in as I was pulling away from the funeral home.
Okay. The boys wanted to spend the night with your parents, so I took them over there.
I fought not to roll my eyes. No doubt the boys would rather spend the n
ight with my parents, but I knew Steph had likely suggested the idea so that she could have time to herself. I didn’t begrudge her adult time. Hell, I liked some time to be me as much as any other parent. But, Steph took advantage of my parents’ kindness, and seemed to spend a lot more “me time” than “boy time.”
By the time we’d reached Cam’s house out on Lake Arrow in a small Midwestern town in Indiana, he’d fallen asleep against the window. Parking in his driveway, I paused. Should I wake him or let him sleep? I pondered the decision as I took in his property. He and Deacon had turned the simple lake house into a real showplace. Nothing flashy, but the home was well kept and beautiful[PC9] even as winter refused to give in to spring.
Steph and I had spent numerous times here with Cam and Deacon over the past several years. Steph had never truly hit it off with either man,[PC10] but she was friendly enough. Deacon was good guy, and I knew he loved Cam and the boys with his whole heart. Myles and Declan were babies when we’d met. Which was why it was so very hard to think of my friend and those little boys struggling to get on with their lives without Deacon.
“I miss him so much. I don’t know how to do this without him.”
Startled by Cam’s whisper, I jerked my gaze toward him. The raw pain in his words sent heartache straight to my soul. “I know, buddy. But, you’re a great dad. The boys are lucky to have you. It will be hard, but it’s not impossible. And I’ll be here to help you every step of the way.” I reached out and squeezed his shoulder.
“You don’t have to do that. You and Steph have your own lives.” Cam protested.
“Just try to get rid of me. Besides, the boys love to play together, so we’ll have to be here a lot to keep the four of them entertained.” I nodded toward the house. “You ready to head in?”