Twenty-One
Cameo
Over the last few months, I’ve gotten harassing phone calls from Alec and threats of taking the baby away when he or she is born.
I’ve spent far too many nights up late thinking about everything and how much of a mess my life is, but then I look over at Sager sleeping, and I remember that he is worth it all. Having him right here next to me is the reason I am still even standing, let alone breathing.
That morning that Alec confronted me was by far the worst day of my life. I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but Sager saved me.
In a weird way, Sager has saved me more than he could ever know. The nights I spent in his arms during this whole ordeal are what made it a little easier. Sager Stone doesn’t even know what he’s done for me in the last eleven months, and today, I want him to know.
“Why are you even awake?” he mumbles, grabbing hold of me and pulling me into his arms. His hands automatically go to my stomach that is starting to get bigger by the day.
“I can’t sleep.” I bury my face into his chest, and he kisses the top of my head.
“You still thinking about your dickhead ex?” I nod my head yes against his chest, and he takes a deep breath. “He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants and I ain’t letting him have either of you.”
“I know, but if the baby is his, we can’t keep him or her from him.”
“He can go fuck himself. This baby is mine; I don’t care what a piece of paper says.” I smile against his chest and he squeezes me. “Now go back to sleep.” He lifts his head enough to see the clock on the nightstand and continues. “It’s only three a.m. and unless you want me to fuck you, I’m tired as shit.”
I press my lips to his chest and close my eyes.
More thoughts fill my head and soon I can’t lie in bed any longer. Getting up, I walk through the house in just one of Sager tees and end up on the sofa in the living room. Secretly, I think that Sager hates the color that we painted the walls, but he’s been a great sport about it. The teal color looks amazing with the couches, and I even added a few pieces of art to the wall that make the room seem bigger.
When I showed him the final touches, he smiled and said he loved it, but the look on his face was anything but love. I know he’s letting me change things because I all but begged him to, but he’s been so supportive since. He even helped me pick out a crib the other day.
I had been looking in thrift shops for new artwork and a few random things since I still don’t have a lot of clothing. When I saw the crib, I knew it was the one, and when I told him about it, he told me he wanted to buy me a new one that we picked out together.
Although I thought the gesture was sweet, I knew this one was perfect. It was funky and practically brand new still. I knew a coat of paint would make it even better. When I finally drug his butt down there to look at it, he gave in when I promised him a blow job.
No man willingly gives up head, well at least mine doesn’t.
It is currently in pieces on the living room floor on a paint cloth for me to start painting next.
The other day Sager mentioned buying a new place, but I refused. I love this house, and I want to live in it for as long as possible.
Sometimes I think that the money thing gets to him. He wants to spoil me with expensive things, and the only thing I want is him. I never needed the money when I was with Alec. I rarely even spent any unless it was for him and even then, he bought pretty much anything he wanted himself.
Me, I was good with anything that I liked, whether it was a thrift store find or something from an expensive boutique somewhere we traveled.
Getting up from the couch, I go in search of the bags I brought home earlier when I went shopping. Sager was stuck at the gym late, and since he couldn’t tell me no, I bought him a little something, and I wanted to get it ready for him.
I look in the first bag, and when I come up empty, I search in the second one. I pull out the wooden block and set it on the table along with the other supplies that I got. I take my time cutting the photos that I had printed online and put them in the order that I want them in before slathering one side of the block with glue.
Once I get the edges smoothed out perfectly, I stare at the photo. I still remember the day he took it. We were lying in his bed, and he said that he wanted to remember every moment he’s ever spent with me, so he pulled out a camera and snapped this photo. He said that he never expected to meet a woman like me and that even though he hated being the other guy, he couldn’t let me go because I was the air he breathed.
The one good thing that he couldn’t let go of no matter how wrong it was.
I think that was the day I started to fall in love with him. He even begged me to leave Alec that day, but I didn’t listen. I got defensive like I did every other time and stormed out of his place because I didn’t want it to be true.
I didn’t want to mean so much to someone else because I didn’t deserve it. I still don’t, and he refuses to see it. In a way, I am so lucky that he stuck around even though I pushed him away at every turn.
Once I get every picture on the block, I let it dry before painting a coat of Mod Podge on each side, waiting for it to dry before moving to the next. After a good hour, I finally get it done and spray a coat of gloss over half.
As soon as that side dries, I turn it over and spray the other. All six sides is a little reminder of the last nine months and the trials and tribulations that we’ve been through.
Sure there are parts of us that I hate to think about because of who I hurt in the process, but I love Sager more than I ever thought possible. And even though I am terrified as hell about this baby, I love it just the same.
A little after six, I hear Sager call out my name, and I giggle as I lean back on the couch cushions. This couch is the one thing that he refused to skimp on, and I have to agree, it is so worth the money. He didn’t even spend a whole lot on it, but it did cost a chunk of change, as he put it.
But it matches the room perfectly and is one of the most comfortable things I’ve ever sat on.
“Cameo,” he calls out again, and I finally push off the couch and head toward the bedroom.
“You know you don’t have to yell out my name to get me to come.”
He grins at me and motions for me to come to him with his finger. “I know that, I can get you to come with my tongue, fingers, or dick anytime you want.” When he pulls me into the bed with him, I laugh and press a kiss to his lips.
Sometimes he is so crude, but either way, I love him anyway.
“How about you get up and come see what I have for you instead.” He rolls me onto my back and hovers over me, not putting all his weight on me.
“All right, fine. Then breakfast.” I grin, and he brings his mouth down to mine, kissing me softly.
One thing I’ve learned about Sager is that he never skips breakfast. No matter what time he gets up or if he’s running late, he always has breakfast, even if it’s just toast or something simple.
He rolls off the bed then helps me up. As we walk through the house, he has his hand on my bare ass as he whispers in my ear, “I think you are going to be breakfast this morning. I’m craving you so fucking bad right now.”
I push him away for a second, and he comes right back to me, pulling me into his arms as we come to the couch. He takes a seat and pulls me into his lap.
“What do you have for me, beautiful?”
Reaching over, I grab the bag that is on the floor next to the coffee table and hand it to him. He looks at me and gives me a playful look before pulling out the picture block. I watch him as he looks at each photo intently and when he gets through them all, he wraps his arms around me.
“I fucking love this. Thank you, babe.”
I kiss his forehead like he always does to me and he grins. “I know things are about to be crazy and once you told me that I was the air you needed to breathe. I feel the same way about you, and the only thing I would change is being yours completely, not making you sharing with Alec for so long.”
His hand grips my thigh, and he doesn’t interrupt me like Alec used to when I tried to say something.
“I am so thankful that you never left, even when you probably should have. I was a mess, and most days I still am, but one thing has never changed… I love you and I always will. It’s the crazy once in a lifetime loves that will probably end up destroying me if you did leave.”
“You’re stuck with me, Cam. I wouldn’t let you leave if you tried. I’m addicted.”
I’d never want him to let me go either. He is hands down the best mistake I’ve ever made.
“Good.”
“So breakfast. In bed or out?”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Out.” I don’t even think that we’ve ever gone out to eat together before. “We have a lot of firsts to knock out before the baby comes.”
He gives me a questioning look, and I shrug. “We never had a first date or anything. I think it’s time to have one.”
“I’ll give you as many dates as you want. And just a fair warning, I put out on the first date.”
I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from laughing out, and he stands up, taking me with him. “Get dressed. I have to take my woman out for breakfast so I can get dessert afterward.” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I roll my eyes.
“Who said you were getting dessert?” I question.
He puts his hand between my legs and groans. “I think you just did.” His finger slides up and down me, and when he sinks a finger inside of me, I moan his name.
“Fuck, I would rather take you back to bed right now,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You promised breakfast, and the baby and I are starving.” My voice is a little breathless, but I am still stuck on getting actual food.
“Dessert once we come home then.” He kisses me hard before pulling away and sticking his finger that he had inside of me into his mouth.