Sierra

One Month Later…

Kirsty was so hell bent on throwing us a gender reveal party that I couldn’t stop her no matter what I said. She, Rosa, my mother, and Ava all had their parts in helping with the party. Cameron, James, Kirsty, Rosa, Delia, Sasha, and Ava all tagged along for the ultrasound. The room was pretty crowded and the doctor seemed to have reservations about all of us being in there until Delia stepped up and said something to him. After that, he was okay.

Once the ultrasound was over, Cameron, James, Ava, Rosa, Delia, Sasha, and I stepped out of the room while Kirsty stayed behind to find out the sex of the baby. She could never keep secrets for more than fifteen minutes, so I was confident she’d slip up and tell me. I was wrong. This was one secret she was definitely keeping to herself. She wouldn’t even tell James.

Cameron and I weren’t allowed to arrive home until seven p.m. when all the guests arrived. So we grabbed a couple of Danny’s tacos and sat down on the beach.

“There’s something I want to ask you,” he spoke.

“Sure, baby, anything.” I took a bite of my taco.

“Would you advertise for me? Like maybe on a billboard or something?”

The happiness inside me that he asked for my help wanted to explode. But, for his sake, I played it cool.

“Well, you’ll have to come into the office and sit down with me and my design team.”

His eye narrowed at me. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” I arched my brow. “Just because you’re my baby daddy doesn’t mean you get special treatment. But I suppose I can have Kirsty pencil you in tomorrow. I’ll ask her as soon as we get home.”

“Gee, thanks.” He smirked. “And as for you, baby momma, you don’t get special treatment either.”

“I’m fine with that.” I smiled.

“Oh, you are?” He laid me down in the sand and brushed his lips against mine. “Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Yes, but not nearly enough. I love you too.”

Cam and I had a little make out session on the beach until some young girl walked up to us and told us we were gross. We couldn’t help but laugh until Cameron checked his watch and it was six fifty.

“Oh shit. We’re going to be late for our own party!” he exclaimed as he stood up and held out his hand to me.

“We’ll be fine. I’ll just text Kirsty and tell her we’re on our way.”

I pulled my phone from my purse and sent her a text message.

“We’re on our way.”

“WHAT?! YOU SHOULD BE HERE ALREADY!”

“Sorry, but we had a make out session in the sand and lost track of time.”

“OMG! Just hurry up and get here. Your guests have already arrived!”

“Step on it, baby. She’s having an aneurysm.”

We ended up being fifteen minutes late, which considering the L.A. traffic, wasn’t that bad. My house was filled with people when we walked through the door. My design team, Don and Milania, my family, Cameron’s and my friends, Sasha, and even Royce. We mixed and mingled for a while and then it was time to find out the gender of our baby. Kirsty and Rosa had everyone gather into the living room around a big box that was wrapped in neutral baby paper.

“The contents in that box will reveal if it’s a boy or girl!” Kirsty exclaimed. “Cameron, you lift one end, and Sierra, you lift the other. On the count of three. One…two…three!”

Cam and I lifted the lid at the same time and several pink balloons emerged from the box. Everyone started clapping as tears filled my eyes. Cameron walked over and wrapped his arms around me.

“We’re having a baby girl.” He smiled as his lips brushed against mine.

“Yeah. We’re having a girl.” I smiled back.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

“Congratulations, kid.” Royce winked. “You’re going to make a great mother.” He kissed my cheek.

“Thank you, Royce.”

****

Cameron

The next few months were extremely busy. After Sierra put up an ad for the construction company, my phone rang nonstop. Sweetberry’s was finished and many more jobs were popping up. It was incredible how quickly my business had taken off. I was expanding and making more money than I thought possible. My life was perfect both professionally and personally.

Sierra was getting bigger every day and finding it harder to sleep at night.

“This kid is a night owl. All she’s doing is kicking and moving around,” she spoke. “This situation better turn itself around once she’s here.”

I rolled over and placed my hand on her belly. Instantly, the baby stopped moving.

“How did you do that?” Sierra asked.

“She knows my touch.” I smiled.

“She does not.”

I took my hand off her belly, and instantly, she began kicking Sierra again, so I placed my hand back down and she stopped.

“Okay, Daddy. That hand of yours stays put.”