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“I’ve made a casserole, so once you’ve eaten, you can get into bed,” my mother suggests and moves into the kitchen. I nod and rest my head on Beau’s.
We all eat in the dining room, at a table she tells me Cameron made. I blink in amazement at him. “No end to my talents.” He gives me a toothy grin, and I chuckle.
I run my hands over the smooth wood. “It’s so beautiful. And the chairs?” I ask, seeing they are as intricate and unique as the other wooden furnishings. He nods, then winks at me.
“What made you get into woodwork?” my mother inquires.
“I don't know. I felt drawn to it.”
I fight back a smirk and drop my head when he looks up. He doesn't remember, or maybe he never knew what book he gave me all those years ago. Either way, I’m going to enjoy telling him.
My mother leaves shortly after dinner, and I help Beau get into bed. “Cam says I can decorate this any how I want.” I chew my lip at her terrible grammar.
“Did he?” I ask, tucking her quilt round her. All her bedding and toys are here. A picture of my father and her sits on the bedside and on the drawer unit is a picture of Beau and me.
“Yep, this is our new home now. We’re going to be a family and I get a daddy now.” Beau kicks her feet and grins at me happily. Cam has wasted no time in laying the foundations for what he wants. I don't disagree with him, but I wish we could have done it together.
“Are you sad?” Beau asks when I stare at the floor in thought.
“No, baby.” I'm not, but Cameron and I do need to talk. “Go to sleep.” I peck her forehead and lay her unicorn teddy by her side.
Slipping out of her room backwards, I pull the door, and she grins brightly at me, the little devil. Thick hands slide round my waist, making me jump. “You're mad at me?” Cam’s rough voice sends a ripple of heat down my body.
“No.” I shake my head. “I just wanted to talk first before we said anything to Beau.”
He presses a light kiss to my shoulder. “We spoke in the hospital. No more time wasting. Star dancing and going forwards only. Sorry, I'm just so fucking happy.”
“I just don't want people to think we’re moving too fast.”
“Yeah, you're right, eleven years is light speed,” he huffs, and I laugh. “Who cares what people think?” He walks us into the master and my eyes sweep in awe like last time.
“This room still gets me,” I whisper. It’s my favourite room in the house. It has a new wide four-poster bed and twin barn doors on rails to a large ensuite with a freestanding bath. The last time I was here, we didn't leave these two rooms. Cam had made love to me repeatedly and simply made sure I wasn’t going to forgethim anytime soon. It had mocked our first sexual encounters and having him relearn my body had left me emotionally broken with a different kind of loss.
Cameron encourages us towards the bed and stops me. “Fit for an Olympic?” He grins into my cheek.
“One with dodgy lungs.” I cough. He sweeps me up and deposits me on the bed. I run my hands over the bedding. “I hope this is new bedding.” I scrunch my nose, thinking about the previous tenants who lived here.
“New bed and mattress.” Cam drops down on a bounce. “Are you glad to be home?” He twists and tugs me to him before I can answer.
“Yes.”
“This is your new home. You know that, right?”
“Beau informed me,” I remind him, rolling my eyes. “Are you sure you want this, Cameron? You left to work on yourself, and if the fire hadn't of?—”
“I was coming home.” He tucks his chin over my shoulder and sighs. “I was always coming home to you and Beau. It was more a question of if you wanted me when I did.”
“I do.”
“Even after everything?”
“Because of everything,” I say firmly. His fingers sweep up and down my arm, and each time I inhale, I get a waft of his manliness. “I do have a confession, though.” Cam stiffens.
“What?”
“Do you remember the book you gave me back in the library the first time we spoke alone?” I’m chewing my cheek to stop from grinning, but it breaks free. Cam shakes his head, still tense. “It was about carpentry and joinery.” His face is contorted in confusion, then concentration. “You said it wouldn't matter what it was, as I’d never read it.” I laugh at his perplexed face.
“You kept it?” He smiles, tucking my hair away. “Does Richmond college know their favourite nerd is a thief?” His mouth twists into a smirk.
