"When I said I wanted to bring you to the mall, I didn't mean for you to sulk the entire time."

I felt Shay's hand wrap tightly around my wrist, her lips pursed in a mixture of anger and worry.

"Sorry. Just have a lot on my mind." I shrugged, my eyes drifting toward the store a few feet away.

It was a store for baby clothes, supplies, among other things. I'd walked passed it my entire life without a thought about what might be in there. Standing outside of it now, my mind immediately drifted back to what happened Friday night.

"Blake? Honey, are you okay?" Shay shook my shoulder gently, worry in her eyes. I nodded, dropping my gaze to the shiny tile.

"If this is about Cameron, I'm sure Ray's found him by now and has sat his stupid ass down to talk." She tried to reassure me, rubbing my arm in a comforting gesture. She sent a quick glance over her shoulder before looping her arm through mine and grinning.

"Well, let's not just stand here and look at the place. Let's go inside!"

*

Somehow I knew Cam was in my room before I even got upstairs. I didn't understand the feeling, and I couldn't begin to comprehend how I could possibly know something like that.

I was right. Cam was sitting on my balcony, his back against the old oak railing, his head tilted back as he stared up at the sky above him.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, setting my bags on my comforter, my back to him.

"We need to talk." He replied, his voice wavering on barely being audible.

"You sure?" I spun around to face him, "Or do you just want to run away from that too?" His lip curled back slightly, but he didn't look guilty whatsoever.

"What did you expect me to do, Blake? Sit there and tell you every feeling that shot through my body the second I saw the results on those tests?" I shook my head, feeling my eyes beginning to sting.

"Just get out of my room, Cameron." I started to take my new clothes and shoes from my shopping bags, hoping he'd get the hint and leave before things got worse.

"I'm scared, Blake. I'm so fucking scared." His voice cracked. I almost turned around to comfort him, the best friend sympathy kicking in for a fraction of a second.

"You're scared? Cameron, I'm carrying the damn child for nine months. Do you see me running away?" He shook his head, reaching for my hand. I tore it from his grip and went back to my bags.

"I needed you Friday night, Cameron. I needed you so fucking bad and you left me. You walked and out and didn't come back." I clenched a t-shirt in my hand, "I've listened to your hatred for your father for ten years, but what you did on Friday makes you no better than him." I glanced over my shoulder and froze, my lips parting.

Cam had stumbled back, looking as if I'd just slapped him across the face. After a moment, he collapsed to the ground beside my computer desk and pulled his knees against his chest.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Do you even want to be here for him or her? Do you want this baby, Cameron?" He looked back up at me, his hazel eyes distant.

"What?" He shook his head, "Of course." I fell back on my bed, shutting my eyes as I let out a shaky breath.

"Why did you run out?" I asked.

"I never had a father, or a male role model, Blake. What if I can't be one myself?" My eyes shot back open at his words.

For a moment I saw the vulnerable Cameron Mendoza that I had spent endless nights sitting and talking about movies with when we were younger, the Cam that had given his heart to me without wanting anything in return.

"I know you think I'm being ridiculous, that I'll be a fine father. But what if I'm not? What if I turn into Jacob, who becomes more like Dad every day?" I moved on to the floor beside him, taking both of his hands and clenching them in my own.

"We can't worry about that now, Cam." I whispered, "Brianna told me that there are three things you should keep in your head when unwanted thoughts try to enter, a place for you mind to run for refuge." He leaned forward and rested his forehead against my shoulder.

"What are the three things?" He questioned.

"Whatever you want them to be." I touched his cheeks before forcing his head back up so he was staring at me.

He scanned my face, his eyes starting to glisten. I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against his.

"We can do this together, Cam. You and me. That's how it's always been, right?" I felt his back start shaking as a chuckle vibrated through him.

"To infinity and beyond." He shut his eyes and pulled me against his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head.

He whispered something I couldn't quite catch before letting out a quiet sigh and letting his hands crawl down my chest and to my stomach, resting them softly right above my belly button.

*

Dinner wasn't easy to eat. I ended up eating only a salad and a chocolate bar, afraid that even that would come back up in a few hours.

Mom had gotten a few morning sickness pamphlets from work and had been explaining what it meant and how long it would last for over an hour. I was just happy that I wouldn't have to deal with it the entire nine months, considering I hated the very thought of throwing up. She had also been set on confirming my results, and had me checked out yesterday. The results had been the same.

Cam was perched on the couch beside James, looking incredibly uncomfortable in the presence of my father. I really couldn't blame him.

"I think I better head off to bed." I interrupted my mother, reaching over and resting my hand on top of hers. She nodded, offering me a warm, motherly grin.

"All right. Goodnight, sweetie. You know where to find me if you need anything." I nodded, huffing out a sigh as I stood up and made a gesture for Cam to follow me. He didn't have to be told twice, he nearly flew off the couch and up the stairs after me.

I didn't even bothering going into the bathroom to change. It wasn't like I was hiding anything from him anymore. He sat on the edge of my bed, discarding his t-shirt and pants so he was only in a pair of boxers.

When I climbed into my bed beside him, I nearly rolled off and hit the ground.

He was freezing. His entire body felt as if he'd been dropped into a pool of ice water.

"What?" He muttered, confused.

"You're freezing." He snorted.

"You're just hot, Blake." He winked, but it seemed a little strained. I laid my head against his chest, my hands tracing along his chest.

"What's going to happen now, Cam? What about college?" I asked, the joking mood fading seconds later. He tensed slightly beneath me, his arm wrapping around my waist.

"We'll figure it all out." He assured me, "We can still go, Blake. We can get an apartment or condo near the school, have alternating classes. I could have night and you could have day, or vise versa." I nodded, actually liking the idea of what he said.

"And what about all the things we'll need for him or her? The crib, stroller, supplies in general. I don't have enough money for all of that, Cam. Neither of us do."

He yawned, then kissed the side of my head.

"It's going to be okay. We'll figure it all out, Blake. Okay. You trust me, right?" His eyes were half open as he waited for my reaction. I relaxed in his arms and nodded, smiling weakly.

"Yeah, Cam. Of course I trust you." 

****AN***

Sorry for such a short chapter guys! Since I was told I couldn't call chapters fillers any longer, I'll call this a transition chapter. It wasn't eventful, but it sets everything up for the next. 

Let me know what you thought!

~ChasingMadness24