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When I walked into Journey’s room to make sure she was still sleeping, Jackson was holding her in his arms in the rocking chair. This was the first time I’d ever seen him hold her, let alone look down at her with so much love and adoration.
I smiled. “You’re a natural, Jackson. You’re going to make a great daddy one day.”
His eyes flew to mine, declaring, “I don’t want kids.”
“You say that now but you’re so young. You have a full life ahead of you.”
“I wouldn’t talk about things you don’t know, Camila,” he snapped in a harsh tone.
My hands surrendered in the air. I learned early on I needed to pick and choose my battles with Jackson, and this was one I’d let slide for another time. I didn’t want to ruin this moment between us. Journey looked so happy in his arms, pulling at her brother’s shirt, holding onto him tight. She didn’t want to let go.
It was a beautiful sight, one that had momentarily replaced the uncertainty in my mind.
Now that I had his attention, I addressed the elephant in the room, “Thank you for covering for me yesterday. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to do that for me.”
“I didn’t do it for you, Mary Poppins, I did it for Journey.”
I nodded. “Well, maybe you also did it because you’re starting to accept me?” Rocking on my heels, I added, “You know, maybe even like me?” I waited on pins and needles for his response. “A little, not a lot. Definitely more than you like Harley,” I teased, hoping it would tear down some of his walls. Even if it was only for a second.
“You’re right, I hate Harley.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Do you, though?” I was treading on thin ice, at this point I didn’t have anything to lose but everything to gain when it came to him and our dynamic.
“What are you trying to say, Camila?”
“Nothing, just an observation.”
“Ah, so the same girly bs she tells me all the time.”
“Which is?”
“I’m mean to her because I like her.”
I shrugged, smirking. “Do you?”
“Fuc—”
I glared at him.
“F-u-c-k no.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. This little shit was such a smartass.
“You girls watch way too many Disney movies.”
“Says the guy who has a few in his room.”
It was his turn to glare at me.
I once again put my hands up in the air in a surrendering gesture. “What? I didn’t put them there.”
“Neither did I.”
I didn’t have to ask to know what he was implying. “I can move them if you want.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, searching for something in my gaze before snipping, “Yeah, whatever. Did you find my dad?” he questioned, changing the subject to another discussion I didn’t want to have.
“Kind of.”
