by T L Swan
“But, Cam… you came back.” I smile in relief. “You came back for me. Thank God you came back,” I whisper.
Cameron looks at me, deadpan.
I smile broadly through my tears like a crazy person. “This means we’ve progressed. You really do love me.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself. I hate you today.”
“Liar.” I smirk.
Owen is still smiling goofily up at the elevator attendant as he swings his arms. “My mom and dad are fighting,” he announces.
The attendant nods subtly, trying not to be rude to Owen while remaining respectful to us.
“Sometimes they always kiss, but today my dad hates my mom,” he continues.
“Owen,” Cameron snaps.
“Because my mom went out with my other dad and didn’t come home all night.”
The attendant drops his head, embarrassed.
“Owen Stanton. Stop telling everyone everything!” Cameron snaps.
Owen widens his eyes. “I think he hates me today, too. He’s very cranky, isn’t he?” he adds.
The attendant drops his head to hide his smirk.
Cameron shakes his head, exasperated.
I wrap my arms around Cameron and smile against his chest as he stands still with his arms rigid by his sides.
“I love you, Mr. Stanton.” I smile up at him as I start to quickly kiss him all over. “And you came back for me and this is progress for us. I think Andrew’s mother tried to set me up and I’m so bloody angry with her,” I continue.
He moves his face away from me so I don’t kiss him, and I know he’s going to be furious over this for a while.
It doesn’t matter. He came back.
There’s hope for us yet.
Trust is earned.
And little by little, Cameron has earned it. I think the turning point for us was when he came back for me in New York.
Furious beyond belief, yet he came back.
He lost his ever-living shit and didn’t talk to me for a week.
But he stayed.
Every night, we stayed together as a family and, although he wasn’t talking to me and it was torture, he was in my bed and I felt safe.
That was twelve weeks ago and our little family has gotten into somewhat of a routine now. The nights that Cam would have had Owen, we stay at his house, and the nights that I would have had Owen, we now spend at my house. Cam cooks for all of us and has us in stitches with his sense of humor. Jenna and Cameron are getting along famously and life is surprisingly good. Of course, there is still a power struggle between the two of us at least once a day. I have to admit Cameron usually wins, simply because I can’t be bothered fighting with him anymore.
It’s funny how things turn out. I’ve stopped sweating the small stuff.
I sit at the table in the hospital cafeteria with Amber and our intern group.
Cameron comes and sits beside me with Dr. Jameson. He picks up my hand and squeezes it subtly in his own personal greeting. Everyone knows about us now. Cameron went to the hospital board to explain the situation and they have granted permission and wavered the rules.
It seemed weird receiving an email that Cameron sent to all of the interns stating we were dating and that we had a history and shared a child.
He wanted to be the one to tell them. He felt it best he was honest and up front. He didn’t want them to hear it from somewhere else as cheap gossip.
It was comical watching Amber’s reaction when she read it. Her eyes nearly popped out her head and she punched me hard in the arm. I even had a bruise. She’s now in a full on deviant relationship with her security guard and their two blow up bed partners. She gets to sleep with three people while remaining loyal to one. It’s a cool kind of set up, and it works for them.
I don’t think I could ever watch Cam have sex and orgasm with someone or something else.
I would still be jealous even if they didn’t have a pulse.
He even changed his phone number so his past history of beauties can no longer contact him. I never asked him to, he just did it.
Cameron takes me on a date every Friday night. He remembered me saying I wanted to date and get to know each other without just being his child’s mother, and he has gone to extreme lengths to give me what I want.
Friday nights are heaven and I get him all to myself. I dress up sexily and we drink cocktails, go to fancy restaurants, dance, laugh, and of course I swoon all over the table. We drop in and out of languages with sarcasm and challenge each other’s brain power.
I still think my brain is superior and he still disagrees.
Sometimes Tash, Josh, and Adrian come, but Cam likes it when it’s just the two of us.
He’s protective of his alone time with me because it’s so limited and I love him even more for it.
Saturday mornings I seem to always suffer because I can’t drink like he does without suffering the consequences. He and Owen skateboard around the neighborhood and let me sleep in before they eventually return with the morning papers.
Life is good. So good Like… dreamy good.
I still pinch myself every day when I look at him, this beautiful man who is a beautiful father. I can’t believe he loves me.
How is this even possible?
One by one the table get up to return to their duties and Cam hangs back. He wants me alone for two minutes, as he always does.
He sips his coffee and smiles across the table like a Cheshire cat.
“What are you smirking at, Stanton?” I smile as I subtly rub his shin through his suit pants with my foot.
His sexy eyes hold mine. “Just this really hot chick who I can’t wait to bone tonight.”
I snort as I sip coffee. “Bone?” I mouth with a raised brow. “Really? Did you just say bone?”
He nods with a devious smile.
“Well, your high school boning is going to have to wait. I’m working in emergency tonight, remember?” Hospital policy states that all interns do a minimum amount of hours working in emergency. It helps us get experience and helps the hospital with staffing. I’ve been rostered on tonight.
He frowns and then rolls his eyes. “Uch, that’s right.” He sips his coffee. “Boning before breakfast it is.”
I smile broadly and his face mirrors mine. “You really are intent on keeping that romance score of three, aren’t you?” I reply.
He chuckles cheekily. “You wouldn’t like me if I was normal.”
My eyes drop to his sexy mouth as his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.
“Probably not,” I whisper. “It’s the naughty in you that I love the most.” My eyes hold his.
“Ashley Tucker, my all night fucker,” he breathes.
I glance around at the tables around us. “Behave yourself, Dr. Stanton. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”
His eyes hold mine and he raises a brow. “So have I.”
I put my hand on his thigh under the table. “Listen, Dr. Love: You keep dreaming how you’re going to serve me my breakfast boning, and I’m going to go back to work. See you about three in the morning.”
I get up and push my chair back.
“Drive home carefully, Bloss.”
I smile and bend to his ear with my hand on his shoulder. “I love you.”
He smiles and puts his hand over mine. “What’s not to love?”
I shake my head and he laughs out loud—that carefree beautiful laugh that permeates through my bones. “Goodbye, Cameron.” I shake my head and go back to work.
It’s four in the morning when I pull into his driveway.
The gates are immediately opened on my arrival. I know that security have been waiting for me to get home. I lock up my car and put my fingerprint into the front door scanner. It unlocks and opens. Whoever would have thought I would one day stay in a house where a key isn’t required?
The kitchen light is on, and I walk in and throw my handbag down.
A note is sitting on the counter.
Your dinner is in the fridge, hottie,
x
I smile and walk into the laundry, take off my scrubs, and put them straight into the washing machine.
We both do this. It’s a habit. As soon as we get home from hospital, our scrubs get washed immediately before the germs can spread throughout the house or anywhere near Owen. After ER shifts, especially. I head back to the kitchen in my robe, put the TV on, and open the fridge. Chicken satay stir fry. Yum. I smile. Cameron’s a much better cook than I am. I heat up my dinner and flick through Facebook while I eat in silence to some early morning crap television. I need this half an hour wind down time after being so busy for so long. I’m still buzzing.
Eventually, I head up to our room and find my prince sleeping soundly on his side. I walk over and gently kiss his cheek as I watch him.
His dark hair is splayed across the pillow and his chest rises and falls as he breathes. His big lips are semi parted, and his black, thick eyelashes flutter as he sleeps.
Just looking at him brings a smile to my face. His cheekiness and naughty boy personality is the light of mine and Owen’s life. I run my hand through his hair as I watch him, and after a much needed hot shower, I climb into bed behind him and snuggle against his back.
“Hey, Bloss,” he whispers sleepily as he pulls my arm around him.
I kiss his back. “Hi, babe,” I murmur as I rub my cheek on his skin. No place is more home to me than he is.
“You okay?” he murmurs softly with his eyes still closed.
“Yeah.” I kiss his back again. “It was an easy shift tonight.”
He worries about me working in emergency. On his first few shifts someone seemed to die every time and it traumatised him for life, I think.
I’m just falling asleep when the pitter patter of tiny feet walk into the room, around to Cameron’s side of the bed.
“Dad,” Owen says softly.
Without a word Cameron, pulls back the covers and Owen crawls in. Cam kisses the top of his head. “Goodnight, buddy. Go to sleep now,” he whispers sleepily.
I smile. Owen almost always goes to Cameron’s side of the bed now because he knows that Cam, the big softie, will just let him in. At least I try and take him back to his own bed. He doesn’t do it every night anymore, though—probably three nights out of seven. It’s always around this time, too, and he always goes to Cam and not me.
I lie in the darkness with my arm around Cam, listening to the sound of my two men breathing deeply as they sleep, and I say my daily thank you to the heavens.
I’m finally home.
“Close the door, baby.” I watch Owen climb into the back seat of the car. I have the morning off after working late last night, and I’m dropping him at preschool. I pull out of the drive and onto the road when a song I hate comes on the radio. I push the button to change the channel.
“Oh, play mine and Dad’s playlist,” Owen suggests excitedly.
I frown as my eyes find him in the mirror. “You have a playlist?”
“Yes, number four.”
I flick through until I get to playlist number four and hit play.
The sexy beat comes on.
“Oh, this is your song, Momma.”
I frown. “What?”
“Dad said this is your song.”
I smirk and shake my head. The song playing is Candy Shop by Fifty Cent. It was the song that I walked down the catwalk to in the Escape Club that night. How does he even remember that?
I turn the corner as my mind goes back to that night. It seems like a lifetime ago and I get a visual of Cameron uploading the song to his playlist.
I do love that man.
“Yeah, Dad said this is your song because you’re really good at sucking lollipops,” Owen continues.
My eyes bulge.
Cameron. What the fuck?
Unable to help it, I break out in a broad smile. He does call me Mistress Head on occasion, but to tell our child lollipop information is going a step too far.
I shake my head and start to giggle, then I burst out laughing. This man kills me.
The things that go on in his brain, I will never know.
We drive along and listen to the sexy words and I get an idea. I’ll take you to the candy shop, all right, Dr. Stanton…
You’ll be cotton candy in my hands.
Friday Night.
Cameron spins me around on the dance floor as he sings the words out loud.
We’re in a cocktail bar and have come here after we had a Friday night dinner date in our favorite restaurant.
I smile as I watch him and he frowns as he sings to give it more oomph.
I laugh as he spins me again and I run my fingers through his two-day growth, staring up at him adoringly.
He smiles down at me and kisses me softly. “What are you looking at, Tucker?”
I shake my head. “The worst singer I’ve ever heard.”
“Worst singer?” He cringes. “Well, I’m the best dancer.” He twirls me out and I go flying into another couple dancing,
They stagger sideways as I hit.
“Oh my God, I’m… I’m so sorry,” Cameron stammers.
The man narrows his eyes at Cameron and turns back to his partner to continue dancing.
Cam pulls me back to him and I giggle against his chest. “Every time we dance, you fly me into someone,” I whisper.
He holds me close and looks down at me sexily. “They should get out of my way, I’m a lethal weapon out here.” He kisses me.
“À plus d'un titre,” I whisper against his lips.
Translation: In more ways than one.
His eyes darken. “Allons à la maison, ma belle bombe Bloss.”
Translation. Let’s go home, my beautiful Bloss bomb.
I smile as we continue swaying to the music. After a few more dances, he drags me from the dance floor and over to the elevators.
The bell pings and my eyes flicker over to him as he smirks.
Oh no.
“You know, small things amuse small minds,” I whisper.
The doors open and reveal three people in the elevator. He raises his eyebrow sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have either.” He holds my hand in his and walks into the elevator and we take our place at the back.
He looks at me for a moment. “You know, we really shouldn’t be doing this. You are my children’s nanny after all,” he announces so that everyone can hear him. The other people in the elevator all drop their heads as they pretend not to listen.
I smirk. Every time. Every damn time we get into a elevator.
“Well, she should have given me that pay rise I asked for,” I reply flatly.
His eyes dance with mischief as they hold mine.
“Then I wouldn’t have to take my payments into my own hands,” I add as I brush my hands over my hips. “I do love it when your wife’s away, though. Do I look good in her dress?”
A woman behind me gasps.
He smiles sexily as his eyes drop down my body. “You look good in her dress, but not as good as you will look underneath her husband,” he replies darkly
I drop my head to stop myself laughing, and he squeezes my hand in his.
“I’m disgusted,” the woman behind us whispers to her husband.
“It’s going to be disgusting alright,” he mutters under his breath. “Disgustingly dirty.”
I squeeze his hand again. Oh my God… what next? Where does he get this shit?
“Oh my goodness,” The woman gasps as the door opens and he pulls me out. We both burst out laughing and stumble across the foyer and out onto the street. Then he drags me around the corner and is on me. He has me pinned to an alleyway wall, his lips searing mine, his hard erection promising me bad things—disgustingly dirty things, just like he just told everyone in the elevator.
“One day somebody from an elevator is going to put a picture of you on Facebook with the heading ‘Do you know this sleazebag?�
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“Or his nanny.” He laughs and dips his head to suck on my lips. His tongue has a certain edge in it tonight. He’s in his rough mood—the one I love so much.
“Can we go back to my house before we go to yours?” he breathes as his arousal starts to become uncontrollable.
“Good idea,” I murmur as he grinds me hard with his hips.
That’s code for I want to fuck you loud and noisy.
He turns out onto the street and puts his arm up with renewed determination. “Taxi!”
Twenty minutes later, Cameron is leading me through his house and up the stairs in the darkness. And it just so happens I have my own little surprise waiting for him. I slipped over here this afternoon and got the things ready while he was at my house with Owen. I pretended I needed to get some groceries.
We walk into his bedroom to find a large mirror up against the wall and an armchair in front of it.
He frowns as he looks around the room. “I have a little surprise for you tonight, Dr. Stanton.” I smirk.
I lead him to the chair and I sit him down in front of the mirror. “Back in a minute,” I whisper with a tender kiss.
I walk into the second wardrobe and close the door behind me. It’s filled with my things now and I grab the outfit I need. I got Tiffany to borrow one of the lap dancing uniforms as well as a dark wig from the club. I quickly put them on and then reapply some hot pink lipstick, just like the night I first danced for him.
I find the song on my phone and I giggle at myself in the mirror. Who would have ever thought I would do anything like this?
Cameron Stanton makes me gah gah crazy.
I walk back out and stand in front of him. He inhales sharply. I’m wearing short, leather, caramel hotpants with coffee, knee-high boots and an organza see through top. Not to forget my long, dark wig.
It’s just like the two occasions I danced for him in the club, only this time we’re alone and he can have whatever he wants from me.