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Chapter Fifty-Three

Hope

The next month flew by in a crazy whirlwind of love, passion and excitement. I threw myself into planning the wedding with Teagan, reveling in delight of my baby's first scan, rolling around under the sheets with the man I loved, and just beingme.

I hadn't stepped foot in my parents' house since the altercation.

If Hunter wasn’t welcome, then neither was I.

And even though Hunter was still doing some really shady stuff, like disappearing after phone calls to take care of 'business', I knew that it was forme.

It wouldn’t be forever– he promised me that.

But I had a feeling that even if it was, I would find a way to look past it.

That's how bound I was to the man.

I went to the family attorney and filed for divorce three weeks ago – much to Derek, Karen, and Mom's despair.

Apparently, it was both a tacky and heartless move, considering Jordan had just been admitted into a rehabilitation center, but to be really truthful, I didn’t give a damn anymore.

I was focusing on the family I was building with Hunter.

On my future.

To my astonishment, my attorney called me four days later to let me know that Jordan had signed the papers, stating no contest, and I was well on the way to being an unmarried woman once again.

I allowed myself to feel it all, every positive emotion and feeling, and refused point blank to dwell on the negativity surrounding my relationship with Hunter.

I had spent too much of my life worrying about what other people thought, and now?

Now I was living forme.

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Lucky

"Cam," Hope gushed into the phone. "Is everything okay?"

I watched from the bathroom doorway as Hope bounced restlessly on our bed, listening eagerly to whatever her brother said on the other line.

Slowly taking in the sight of her, I allowed my gaze to rake her over, revering in every soft curve and exposed slither of skin.

Nothing in my life had ever looked as good to me as she did.

The frown and knot of worry on her face was replaced with sheer elation then.

A tear slid down her cheek as she clenched her eyes shut and smiled the widest smile I'd seen on her face since our baby's ultrasound three weeks ago.

Our baby.

Fuck me, I still couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

"Wow," she finally whispered, grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations."

She looked at me then and gave me a thumbs-up before turning her attention back to her phone call.

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