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“So, obviously Cameron is going… Can I come too?”

I paused for a moment and looked toward Cam.

I knew Sebastian had some sort of a crush on Cam. And I also knew the two had kissed and had sex at least once. But, I still wasn’t fully able to tell what they wereexactly. I just knew I liked the idea of them being together.

“He don’t bother me none,” Cameron assured me. “If you want him there too, I say the more the merrier.”

A sleepy smile tugged at my lips as I held onto Sebastian a little tighter. I was still sad that Lucian bailed on me last minute, but I couldn’t wait to see my baby tomorrow.

Chapter 43

Cameron

When Mason said her appointment was early, I thought she meant eight or nine. Under no circumstances did I think we’d be sitting in the waiting room at six forty-five.

The world was silent except for the sound of heat being pushed through vents. Mason leaned against Sebastian, her arms wrapped around his neck and her eyes half closed. He sipped from a mug of black coffee while he stifled a yawn, but I practically buzzed with excitement.

Don’t get me wrong, my nerves were completely shot. The slightest shift in the wind caused me to jump because I expected to see Dale. Or worse, for someone to swoop in and steal Mason away. Sure, Sebastian probably wouldn’t let that happen without a fight, but that didn’t help quell the feeling ofI shouldn’t be here.

“How much longer?” I rhythmically tapped my hands on my knees, trying to get rid of some of this pent up anxiety.

Sebastian looked up, slowly searching the room for a clock before remembering he had one on his wrist.

“It should be soon.” He yawned, studying his watch.

The minutes ticked by like hours as Mason continued to shift around like she couldn’t get comfortable. I wished I could ease that feeling, but all I could do was fidget.

Finally, a young woman in pink scrubs emerged from behind the door and called Mason’s name. Seb and I stood in unison before we both extended a hand to Mason. Once we were all up, we followed the woman through a narrow hall and into a room that smelled uncomfortably sterile.

I couldn’t remember the last time I went to a doctor's office. Dale had outlawed modern medicine years ago. He said anything that needed cured could be fixed with a prayer. Anyone with a brain could tell you he was wrong, but it didn’t help how uneasy the situation made me.

Still, I reminded myself that the chemical smell and flickering lights meant we were doing what was best for Rosie.

When we reached our room, the woman helped Mason onto a parchment lined table and Mason almost instantly lifted up her shirt to reveal her belly.

Sebastian headed toward the chair closest to Mason, but at the last second he took the one beside it.

“Are you coming?” He asked.

My anxiety flared again as my mind begged for me to leave, but my heart wanted to stay right here. It felt like I floated across the room as I folded myself into the chair and extended a hand toward Mason.

She took it, and Sebastian rested his palm on my knee.

Everyone around me was talking, I knew that because of their moving lips. But, I couldn’t hear any of it. My ears rang as blood rushed behind them, and I struggled to breathe. I hoped this wasn’t too noticeable to anyone else in the room. I wasn’t what mattered right now, everyone should have beencompletelyfocused on Mason and Rosie.

The woman in the pink scrubs grabbed a bottle and applied some mysterious blue gel onto Mason’s stomach. Instantly, Sebastian pointed toward a black screen on the far end of the room. My gaze followed his finger, and after a moment of complete darkness, a grainy gray picture filled the screen.

It took me a second to figure out what I was looking at, but it all clicked into place at once.

There she was. My sweet angel baby. My eyes burned as I took in the contours of a little face.Herface. The one Mason and I made.

Rosie was there, and she was real, and healthy, and–

“Is she suckin’ her thumb?” The quiver of my voice sounded as odd as it felt. But, I swore I saw her tiny hand.

The technician adjusted the wand, pressing it further into Mason’s stomach, and sure enough, there it was. The small blurry shape near Rosie’s mouth moved in a rhythmic motion.

“Dad’s right,” the woman said. “You’ve got a thumb sucker on your hands.”

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