I hold my breath and wait for it. Wait for the look of horror. Wait for his muscles to lock up. For the distance between us to grow. For the look that says where are you going with this? The one that confirms that I seem to be way ahead of him in this relationship timeline.
Instead, he breaks into a genuine smile. “Matches our scarves. Should I win it?”
The breath I’m holding escapes in a wheeze. “For our future child?” I ask slowly.
Holy fuck. Camden Snow, where the hell are you going with this?
Chuckling, he pulls me into his chest and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Maybe one day, but for now, let’s put it on the bear.”
I breathe out and relax against him. I kind of hate myself for the way I don’t hate how he said maybe one day. How I now realize I was holding my breath because I was worried he’d sayNo, obviously not for a future child. What the fuck, Savannah? What is wrong with you?
That would have been a reasonable reaction, though, right? Men freak out when women talk about their future shared babies before the official first date, right? That’s how this is supposed to go.
And yet…I’m glad he didn’t.
I need to get a grip.
As Cam steps up to the counter, I take a step back and survey him. Damn, he looks good. Dark jeans that hug his ass and thighs. A sweater that’s just tight enough to show off his biceps.
He throws three balls, getting three strikes in a row. Then he tells the attendant we’ll take the Burberry baby outfit.
“Got a baby at home?” the guy asks.
Cam glances at me, his brows arched. “Not yet.” Then he hands me the outfit. “You gonna put it on the bear now?”
The attendant watches him with wide eyes, no doubt thinking that Camden Snow has lost his fucking mind.
Okay. So I’m not the only one confused by this. Good, good.
“Uh, sure,” I hedge. “We should probably name him, huh? Since he’s our first baby?” I don’t know how I manage a straight face as I force the words out.
Lips twitching, Camden guides me away from the stand.
“Should we name him after Daddy?” I push, going from slightly deranged to full-on delulu. The second the words are out, I’m back to holding my breath.
Waiting for him to finally snap. To find a polite way to send me on my way.
Then, when he’s finally dumped me, I can write this article and move on with my life.
When he opens his mouth and an unintelligible sound comes out, my stomach free-falls and I clutch his shirt, tugging him closer, and force a laugh. “I’m just kidding,” I get out quickly, shaking my head. I don’t want him to dump me. I’m not ready for this to be over.
Shit. Fuck. I like him for real. Oh, dammit. What the hell, Savannah?
For the first time tonight, Camden looks at me with confusion in his expression. Like now he thinks I’m being ridiculous. He cups my face and brushes a soothing thumb over my cheek. “No, I kinda like it. Snow Bear? Has a nice ring to it.”
“Uh, yeah?—”
My words are cut off when he presses his lips to mine.
Snow Bear?
What the hell, Camden Snow?
He pulls back and laces his fingers with mine. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s take Snow for his first ride on the Ferris wheel.”
TWENTY-THREE
SAVANNAH
