“And don’t…please don’t complain about those beautiful children you have.” Oh, dammit, she was going to cry. Here she’d thought she could get mad and express her anger. But no, the tears had to flow. She swallowed.
“You are so lucky to have three gorgeous children,” she continued fiercely. “Yeah, being a mom is hard, but it’s the most important thing you can ever do. You’re a good mom, Cam, but sometimes I worry you’re going to do to your kids what my mom did to me.”
Cam stared at her. “Which is…?”
“Blame me for everything wrong in her life. My mother wanted a high-powered business career, but gave it up because she was pregnant with me. She could never work because she had kids. Her life is a disappointment to her. Notwhat she dreamed of. And it’s all my fault.”
Cam’s mouth opened into a horrified O. “That’s not true, Krissa.”
Krissa waved a hand. “Whatever. I just don’t want you blaming your kids for what’s wrong in your life. If you don’t like it—fix it. But don’t sit there and complain about it when you have everything…” a sob tore out of her. “Everything I’ve ever w-wanted.” She dragged her index finger under her eye.
“I never…knew you felt that way.” Cam leaned forward and set down her drink. Clasping her hands., she looked at the floor. “I don’t complain that much. Do I?”
“Yes. All the time. It drives me crazy.” There. She’d said it. Their friendship was likely over. Cam would storm out with her bottles of margarita mix and she’d never see her again.
“You want kids?” Cam lifted her head and gave Krissa a puzzled look.
“Yes.”
Their eyes met and held.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Derek and I…tried. For the last two years.”
“Oh, no.” Distress filled Cam’s brown eyes. “And you can’t get pregnant?”
Krissa shook her head. “I can. Derek can’t.”
“Oh. Oh, God. Is that why…you left him?”
“No. No, no. He cheated on me. Well, it’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Tell me. We’re friends.”
Krissa searched Cam’s face. “Aren’t you mad at me? For telling you off?”
“No. I’m surprised. Not mad. If I’ve been a pain in the ass, you should have told me sooner. Krissa…we’re friends.” Cam reached for her hand. Cam’s fingers felt warm and Krissa knew hers must be freezing.
“I need you, Krissa.” At that Krissa started crying full-out. “What? What, Krissa? You’ll find someone else,someone who can give you a baby.”
“I already have,” she sobbed.
“Whaat?” Cam shook her head, the movie forgotten. “Already?”
“No.” Krissa took a deep breath. “If I tell you this, you’ll probably hate me.”
“No, I won’t. You just told me I’m a bitchy whiner, how much worse can it get?” She gave a tremulous smile.
“I never said that!”
“Yes, you did.” Krissa’s smile slipped. “Might as well have, anyway. It’s okay. Tell me.”
So Krissa told her everything.
Chapter 31
“And—get ready for this—I just found out today…I’m pregnant.”
