Matthew and Camille Ch. 10byinnocent_angel©
****Hey everybody, sorry this took so long. I've had it down for a while but I've been trying to see which direction I wanted to take this story in. I have a whole lot that I want to do so I'm trying to fit it all in and it's just so frustrating. I really hope you guys like this chapter. Like I said I want to try and end it soon, but we'll see. Oh, and I think I forgot to say this before but I just want to make sure there aren't any issues...There is mention of publically recognizable figures, symbols, possibly people, I don't own any of them. The characters, however, are my original creations. **** *
"'Cuz, I, am, Superwoman—" Danielle quickly silenced her ringing cell as she grabbed it from the night stand. She quietly slipped out of bed and tip toed to the tiny adjoining bathroom. What the hell? She thought as she glanced back at the bed before quietly closing the door. Leave it to one of them to call right now.
Hitting the answer key, she gently cleared her throat. "Hey, Cams," she said just above a whisper.
"Good morning, Star Shine, the world says, hello," Camille sang and Danielle couldn't help but laugh as Camille quoted one of her students' favorite movies.
Realizing that she may have been slightly loud, she walked over to the door cracking it slightly to look in the direction of the tiny bed before closing it once again and pacing the impossibly small 'bathroom'. It could hardly be called such as it just barely had a shower stall, a toilet, and a sink with absolutely no counter space. "So what's up?" Danielle asked, whispering again.
"What? Did I wake you? I can barely hear you. Why are you talking so low?" Camille practically yelled and Danielle cringed as she lowered the volume on her phone.
"Um, I'm a little tied up right now, did you need something?" She asked only slightly louder.
"Hmm, yea, well anyway, I was just calling to ask how you and Kale got along last night."
Danielle glanced at the door again. "Um, well he's—he's, um, great. I mean, we had a great time last night," she rushed to clarify. "At dinner," she added nervously as an after thought. "Yea, we had a great time at dinner."
"O-kay," Camille said somewhat confused. "Soooo, are you going to be seeing him again?"
She glanced at the door yet again. "Well, yea, we're supposed to...do something for lunch or something. He hasn't said what but something," she finished lamely.
"Oh goody," Camille cheered. "He's so hot now. I told you he wa...What? No, babe, I'm talking about Kale."
Danielle's brow furrowed as she heard Camille speak and she could tell that her sister had moved the mouth piece of the phone away. "What was that, Cam?"
"Oh sorry, Elle. I was talking to Matt. He gave me a look when I said that Kale is hot," she paused and Danielle could hear Matt's muffled voice. "Well he is. But he's not hot the way you are, Matteo. He's like a little brother to me. Not to Danielle, though, 'cuz she's hot for him."
Danielle rolled her eyes. "Cam!"
"Anyway, I can't believe how much he actually grew up in that time."
"Yeah, he grew alright," Danielle said under her breath.
"Nothing," Danielle said quickly. "So what happened with the trailer park queen baby mama?" Danielle asked in an attempt to steer the conversation away from her and Kale.
Camille was silent for a moment and Danielle held her breath as she waited. "Ugh, long freaking story," Camille finally said, and Danielle breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll tell you the whole juicy story later. But basically, she wants to see Arianna."
Danielle gently put the cover down on the toilet before sitting down. She cringed slightly as the cool plastic cover touched her bare thighs. "Wow, does he know what he wants to do?"
"Nope. But he's going to think about it and talk it over with Ari and see where it goes from there. Okay, okay," Camille said suddenly. "Hey, Elle, Matt says hello and goodbye. He's grabbing for my phone. He wants me to hang up because he says that you're keeping me from him. I'll just give you a call later, 'kay?"
"Tell Matt's horny ass to keep his damn pants on. He's looking right at you. Anyway, I'll talk to you guys later. Bye."
"Bye, love you."
"Love you, too," Danielle said then disconnected the call. She released a pent up breath before dropping her face into her hands. "Okay, okay, okay," she mumbled as she stood up, her face still covered.
"Your sister or mine?"
"Shit!" She said jumping nearly dropping her phone as she turned to face Kale who leaned in the now open doorway in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest as he watched her with heavy lidded eyes. "Scared the crap out of me, man. I didn't even hear you open the door."
He gave her a boyish smile. "Sorry, stealth mode."
"It's okay," she said returning his smile, the smile that had likely coaxed her right out of her panties. "Mine," she said lifting her phone as she began tugging at the shirt that he had given her in the wee hours of the morning. And though the shirt was oversized, with her height it only stopped near the tops of her thighs.
Kale's eyes dropped to her hand. "What'd she want?" He asked as his eyes travelled down her legs then back up until he met her eyes again.
"Um, she wanted to know how things went with us last night," Danielle answered, her body heating at his open perusal of her body.
Kale pushed himself away from the door and his arms fell by his side. Danielle's eyes automatically moved to his chest and abs. Damn this boy has a great body, she said to herself as her eyes roamed over his lean muscular body.
She'd always thought herself to be the type of girl who was more attracted to the big, muscular, football player type guys, but when Kale had taken the clothes off of his lean, athletic body, she'd very literally jumped him. Then they'd both spent hours exploring the other's body. She still wasn't quite sure how they'd ended up at his dorm on the military base, though.
She hadn't been drunk so she couldn't blame it on the alcohol. But after the incident at the restaurant, Kale had insisted on walking her to her car, and as he stood in her open door, he'd asked where she was headed. She'd intended to tell him home, it was one simple, four letter word but some how it had turned into 'Home, but if you have some other place in mind, my place will be there when I get back'.
Kale stopped in front of her and grabbed a handful of the shirt on both sides and pulled her to him. "Did you tell her you were here?"
"Nope. I don't want to give your sister a reason to gloat just yet," she said wrapping her arms around his neck. She shrugged. "They'll find out."
Kale laughed. "She's been working that hard to get us together, huh?"
"Everyday single day," she said smiling.
He was quiet for a moment as he studied her face. "So was this a one night stand deal, or what?" He asked nonchalantly, but Danielle could sense the uncertainty that he was trying to hide.
She lifted her hand moving it over his soft low cut hair. "Kale, I don't do one night stands. Granted, I also don't usually sleep with a guy the first night, either. But technically, we didn't just meet."
He nodded. "Dani, I don't know if Amy or Camille told you, or if you'd already figured it out on your own, hell everybody else did," he said shrugging, "but, I have really, really liked you since the first time I saw you. I knew there was no way you'd ever give a scrawny little Asian kid with acne the time of day."
"No, Kale, it wasn't like that," she said shaking her head. "I think I let our age difference, more than anything else, cloud my judgment when it came to you. You were a cute scrawny little Asian kid with acne," she said and they both laughed, "but, I saw you as a kid. That whole dark, reserved, hide-behind-your-hair thing you had going on the last time I saw you, didn't help either. You looked like you were barely 16."
"I guess I can understand that," he said leaning in, placing kisses on her neck and jaw.
"Wait," she said pushing him away slightly, "you thought I was that shallow?"
"What, wait, huh? No, no, no, there was—no, of course not," he said stuttering.
Danielle smiled. "Yeah, right. You did. You just said that you didn't think you had a chance with me because you thought I was shallow."
"I didn't say that, I just—"
"Thought I was shallow," she said playfully poking him in his bare chest causing him to back up into the room.
The backs of his legs hit the small bed and he sat down looking up at her, a smile playing on his lips. He gave a dramatic sigh. "Well, since you insist that I thought you were shallow, I guess I should apologize. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asked, again grabbing the sides of the shirt.
Danielle gave him her best sex kitten smile as she climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, I don't know if there is," she said leaning in to kiss him. "But I know where you can start."
Kale gave a full blown smile then kissed her again. After a moment, he effortlessly lifted her above him before placing her on the bed.
Danielle gave a surprised yelp which turned into a giggle as Kale climbed over her. "Wow, you're kinda strong, aren't you?" She asked running her hands over the planes of his chest.
Kale gave a cocky smile and lifted one arm to flex his bicep as he balanced himself on the other arm. "I try," he said just before he began removing the small amount of clothing they wore to continue where they'd left off somewhere around dawn.
Camille stared at her phone. She'd just gotten off the phone with Danielle and something about the conversation seemed odd.
"What's wrong?" Matt asked, sensing her confusion.
"Nothing, I guess," she said shaking her head as she dropped her phone into one of the empty cup holders between them. "But, well, Danielle just sounded a little weird. She was all nervous and quick to change the subject," Camille said looking at his profile as he drove, her brow furrowed. "And she was whispering. At first I thought I woke her up but it wasn't that, I don't know, she sounded like she was trying not to be heard."
Matt smiled. "Maybe she was in the library or something."
Camille rolled her eyes. "My ass. And another thing, she kinda only got nervous when I talked about Kale."
"Maybe he was there," Matt said simply.
Camille's jaw dropped as realization hit her. "That little freak. She spent the night with him," Camille said grabbing her phone.
Matt immediately snatched the phone from her grasp and put it in the compartment on the driver side door, out of her reach.
"Hey!" Camille yelled indignantly. "Why'd you take my phone?"
Matt smiled. "Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't you the same woman who complained to me, not one week ago, about your sister and your friend always meddling in your affairs?" He asked and waited for her answer, glancing at her as he stopped at a traffic light.
She rubbed her nose. "Well, yeah, but—"
"And aren't you the one who is hiding the fact that you're getting laid, very well I might add, from them?" He interrupted as the light turned green.
Camille gave him a cross look as she crossed her arms over her chest. For a split second she'd thought about denying his love making skills, knocking him down a peg or two, but then she figured, why bother? He'd made her pass out before, obviously, the man was incredibly good in bed. "Don't act like I'm the only one," she said with a confidence that amazed her.
Matt laughed. "Never said you were. But, wouldn't calling Danielle back to ask if she spent the night with Kale fall under the category of meddling, Camille?" He asked.
She gave a heavy sigh. "Yes, I suppose it would, Matteo," she said pouting.
He did his best to hide his smile. "Right, so how about we let them enjoy their day? I'm pretty sure you would want them to do the same for us."
Another sigh. "Yes," she grudgingly admitted.
Matt looked at her for a long moment, this time letting his smile break through.
"What?" Camille asked as he continued to look at her and smile.
Matt shook his head. "Nothing, you're incredibly cute when you pout."
She rolled her eyes and turned away from him but not before he saw the smile on her face. "Whatever. Stop staring at me and drive, Ari is waiting for us."
Camille waved and smiled at Ari as she ran from Matt. They'd decided to have a picnic in the park and even though the fall air was somewhat chilly, it was still a nice day to be outside. She watched as Ari and Matt ran back and forth, their laughter floating the thirty or so yards back to her ears as she sat on a bench.
The smile on her face was genuine but it didn't stop her mind from going back to the serious conversation that they had had early that morning. They'd had unprotected sex and there was a possibility that she could be pregnant.
She'd actually forgotten about it for a brief moment, being distracted by Danielle and her scandalousness then the always talkative Ari. But then, seemingly out of no where, the implication of the situation hit her like a runaway train. They were eating sandwiches and chips on the small thick blanket on the ground when she recalled it. Her heart had begun to race and her breath became shaky, but luckily, she'd been able to keep it from showing on her face while they were sitting so close together. Matt had given her a curious look but, she assumed, because Ari was sitting right between them, he didn't question it.
Now, sitting alone on the bench, she allowed herself the opportunity to process her situation. A baby. She honestly never thought that this would be something that she would have to worry about. She'd long ago given up on finding her 'Mr. Perfect', and having her 'perfect' family with that 'perfect' man. Her brief interactions with men over the years had quickly dashed all hopes of being swept away in a flurry of rose petals, sparkly ball gowns, and romantic words.
Nope, that fantasy wasn't in the cards for her; instead, she'd met her guy in a bar after she'd been crying her eyes out over her so-called 'real family'. She laughed to herself. Could she really even call him her guy? Yeah, they were exclusive, but how long was it going to last? How long would it be before he grew bored with her, found some new woman who had more to offer than she did?
She knew in her heart that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She loved him, but she hadn't even admitted it to herself because she didn't know how he felt. She knew he cared about her, but caring was a far cry from love. She'd told herself that she'd treat it as an affair that could end at any moment because she'd trained herself to believe that if she planned for the worst, it wouldn't hurt as much in the end.
Pessimism had gotten her through many things in life; why not let it work for her eventual break up with Matt? Sure he'd said that he'd be there for her if she was pregnant, but he hadn't mentioned anything about them being together in the forever sense of the word. He could still be a father to their child, if there was one, from a distance.
Unconsciously, she placed a hand on her stomach. If there was to be a baby, it might be the only thing she'd have to remember their intimate times together. But it was very unlikely that she'd ever forget how he'd made her feel; how his encouragement had helped her to get in touch with the sensual being inside of her.
"A baby, a baby, a baby," she whispered aloud. If no one else did, she'd love this child. She'd take care of him; give him a childhood full of love, encouragement, and happiness that she'd never gotten the chance to experience herself, at least, not from anyone except Danielle. This baby would also be another human being that shared her blood who would love her unconditionally. Even to her that seemed like a juvenile reason for wanting a child, but, she really couldn't help it, and honestly, she didn't want to.
"Excuse me, miss."
Camille shook herself and moved her hands back to her sides as she looked up at the woman who stood above her. The tall, statuesque red head had somehow crept up on her and partially blocked out the bright sunlight. Camille lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the brightness shining over the woman's shoulder. "Yes?"
The red head gave her a smile, flashing perfectly straight white teeth as she sat down on the bench next to Camille. Camille removed her hand and looked at the beautiful woman with smooth, porcelain like skin. "Um, I know this is weird, but I just wanted to ask you if you knew that man?" She asked, pointing to Matt.
Camille glanced at Matt who was still playing with Ari then turned back to the woman. "Yes, I do," she answered cautiously.
Another perfect smile. "Well, would you happen to know if he has a girlfriend or wife?"
Camille was momentarily taken aback. She glanced at Matt then back to the woman. "Yeah, he does. A girlfriend, last I checked," she answered, her tone slowly inching toward hostility.
The woman sucked her teeth in disappointment. "That sucks. I wonder why she's not with him. I know if I had a man that hot, I wouldn't let him out of my sight," she said giving a soft laugh.
"Yeah," Camille said, her anger mounting slightly. She mentally pictured herself breaking her perfect porcelain face.
"Well anyway," the woman continued, unaware or uncaring of the emotions playing across Camille's face and in her voice. "I know this is crazy and somewhat tacky, but if you wouldn't mind," she said pulling a business card from her purse and holding it out to Camille, "would you give him this?" She asked in a cheery voice.
Camille looked at the card then back at the woman who was still smiling. Did this bitch really just say that? After a moment, she grabbed the card. She read it...Amber Flannigan...of course her name is Amber. Camille gave her a tight smile. "Sure," she said then picked up the large tote holding their belongings that had been sitting at her feet. "I'll be sure to give it to him," she said, not really talking to the woman as she quickly walked toward Matt and Ari. The woman continued to smile as she watched Camille approach Matt who'd stopped running around and was headed in her direction.
"What's up, baby?" Matt said, slightly winded as he stopped in front of her. Ari began to run in circles around them still giggling.
"Um, can we go? I'm feeling a little...sick," she said looking over her shoulder. It wasn't a complete lie; she did feel like throwing up.
Matt's brow furrowed. He glanced down at her stomach. "Is it because of—"
"No, no, of course not," Camille said shaking her head. "It's way too early for that. We don't even know if there is a that. The thing will have to go on a freaking voyage before it's anywhere near...anyway," she said waving a hand dismissively. "No, it must be...well, I don't know I just don't feel well."
"Oh," Matt said taking the bag from her hand. "Okay. Ari, we're leaving, capice?"
"Si, papa," she said, still running.
"Oh, and the woman over there told me to give you this," Camille said holding the card out to him.
Matt looked at the card then over to the woman sitting on the bench that Camille had just vacated. The woman gave him a broad smile and waved. Matt looked at the card again and frowned. "What is this for?"
"She wanted me to give it to you. She said she knows it's tacky, what with you having a girlfriend and all, but she wanted to give it to you anyway," Camille stated with a certain amount of disdain in her voice. "Bitch didn't know that I was that girlfriend."
Matt glanced at the still smiling woman again as he placed an arm around Camille's waist and pulled her to him for a kiss. He kissed her deeply then released her, sliding an arm around her waist and burying his hand in the back pocket of her jeans as he guided them toward where his car was parked. He looked back again to see that the smile had fallen from the woman's face. Her eyes began to register disbelief as he pulled Camille closer. "Throw that shit away," he said in a low voice pointing at the trash. He had yet to touch the woman's card and obviously had no intention of ever doing so. Camille gave a sly smile and balled up the card then dropped it into a nearby receptacle.