I have no idea what I can even do to help her, but there has to besomething.
Pulling up Camila’s contact, I press the Call button with one hand, and with the other, I put my truck in drive and turn toward the parking lot exit.
Thank fuck, she answers after it rings a few times, but in true Cam fashion, it’s chaos.
“Wilder, hold on, Brennan is dealing with like a leveltwelvepoop explosion, and he keeps gagging, and I think he might throw up—actually, I might throw up too if he does. Sorry.” The words rush out before I can say a single thing, and I chuckle when seconds later, I hear Brennan retching loudly.
“You got this, babe.” A few seconds later, there’s rustling, and then she’s back. “Okay. Hi!”
“Cam.” I laugh. “Sounds fucking nuts over there, yeah?”
There’s a loud, drawn-out exhale before she says, “So. Nuts. But, God, I’m still deliriously happy. Lily is getting so big, and I am kicking motherhood’s ass and taking names. I love watching how much she changes every day. Did you get the picture I sent the other day?”
“Yeah. Can’t believe she’s got a tooth.”
“Me either. You don’t want to know how I first discovered it. My tit still hurts.”
I groan. “Please fucking spare me. Listen, I’m calling about something… important. I need help, and I don’t have long.”
That piques her interest. “Oooh, hit me. What’s going on?”
“I’m… There’s a woman. Who I’m… seeing.” The second I say it, she’s fucking screaming like I just told her I got picked up by another team in the league. “Cam. Focus.”
“Okay, okay. Shit, Wilder, holy shit! She’s incredible, isn’t she?”
I shove down a swallow.
Fuck yeah, she’s incredible.
I don’t say it out loud because I don’t want Cam to make it even more of a big deal than she already is.
“You’d like her. She’s… amazing. Her name is Maisie. But it’s complicated, Cam. Like real fucking complicated, and I’ll tell you more later, but now, I need you to help me. She’s on her period. Miserable. What can I do? What can I get to help?”
I’m already driving to the closest pharmacy because I’m going to assume whatever I need to get her, I can probably get there.
Silence floats through the speaker. So much that I glance down at the screen to make sure Cam’s even still there.
“Prepare for the most grueling interrogation of your life tomorrow, but now, you’ve got to take care of your girl. Here’s what you need to get her.”
Forty minutes later, I’m standing in front of Maisie’s front door with an obscene number of bags in hand and a pounding headache after the shit I just went through.
Which is not shit compared to what she’s going through, but…
I’m a thirty-four-year-old man who just got my first lesson in women’s reproductive health while standing in the middle of the tampon aisle at the pharmacy.
Obviously, I’ve had respect for women before today, but I can honestly say I see them in an entirely new light after this.
I ring the doorbell and wait the minute it takes for Maisie to crack open the door.
When she sees me standing there, her eyes widen behind the small fraction she’s opened it.
“Wilder?”
“Let me in, baby.”
She groans. “I told you, I’m a hot m?—”
I push the door open slightly with my foot, and she steps back, allowing me to step past her into the apartment.
