Cameron's POV.

After we made it out of the hospital, I called for a taxi and, damn it was, quiet. I expected Cleo to explain the baby story, the adoption story but she's so quiet.

To be honest, I was shocked, not in a disgusting way but in a way of asking her why she gave up for adoption. What was the real reason behind the adoption, but as you all know, I'm just a stranger, I can't ask her something so personal.

That would just be disrespectful and it clearly won't get me anywhere near the real reason, so I'm keeping my cool. I take a glance at Cleo and tear trails down her cheek before she can wipe it away, I do. I wipe it away with my thumb.

"You okay?" I ask her with much certainty. She must think I'm going to think otherwise of her just because she gave up for adoption. Well, I would never think otherwise of her, even if she killed so many people before, I would never think otherwise.

"Yes," she sniffs before a few more tears roll down her cheeks, becoming a flood. I shift to move closer to her, holding her in my arms while she cries in my chest "it's just that, I didn't want you to find out like that. I would've told you a much better way, you know, we go to a coffee shop and I could've told you properly, not like......that." she sniffs more making me protective of her.

"It's okay, Cleo. You shouldn't think of telling me something so personal, really," though I want to know what made her think of giving up for adoption, I can't pride into her personal life like this, not yet, I'm still trying to win her heart. "You had a reason to do so and,"

"But it was a stupid reason, it isn't a valid reason Cameron. The child was my blood, I never knew I would feel so guilty and disgusted in myself after a year." She cuts me off and I frown. A year? Did she give up for adoption last year?

I feel so bad for not being there last year, I'm not sure if I would've changed her mind of the adoption thing, but I would've at least given her the advice of not giving up for adoption just yet, maybe wait for a month or two, just to see what she's getting herself into.

"Have you ever thought of maybe visiting the adoption home, maybe checking up on the child? I'm sure the kid never got home yet, I mean it's too young, isn't it?" She stiffens and she looks at me.

Since I've met Cleo, I've been seeing her cry often, I never got to see her beautiful smile and the way the corner of her eyes crinkle of her laughter, the way her laugh echoes through my mind all day.

"I'm not sure, I," she shakes her head and wipes her cheeks. No matter how much it hurts me to see her cry, she's just so beautiful when she does.

"Not forcing or anything, just a suggestion." I raise my hands in surrender, pouting to brighten the mood.

She smiles and I grin. She's smiling. This makes me somewhat happy. We stop in front of her house, and I look at it. Looks like Mason got home then, I look back at Cleo and see her reaching for the handle. Before she opens the door I bring my hand on top of hers and hold it there.

"Uhm...if you want to," I gulp unsure how I should ask her. With a sigh, I continue. "Will you go out with me? As in like a real date. You know, no rings or anything in particular." I ask her, and now I feel stupid. I said no rings or anything in particular. "I mean, no marriage." Shit. "I mean no marriage yet, none of my mother's rings and shit." Shit, I said shit to her. "I mean and stuff." I start to panic, knowing she's going to say no because of my dumb nervousness.

She laughs, as in like she's laughing. She covers her mouth with her mouth to stifle a laugh, but it does nothing. "Yes Cammy Boy, I'll go out with you." She's still laughing.

She moves her hand from under mine and I look at it, I want to cry at the loss of contact, but I don't want to be pussy. I laugh to myself.

She takes my hand and places the ring I gave to her. The ring is a little bit rusty because it was used for many years. Over the generations of my family. Used for special occasions. It's still very beautiful and it looked so beautiful on her hand.

She places a kiss on my cheek and leaves the car. I watch as she walks up the porch and into the house. She has such a beautiful body. Imagine what I could do with that ass of hers. I push the dirty thoughts to the back of my mind.

My player and fuck boy days are over, I'm not trying to bring it back. I tell the driver to take me to my place, telling him the location.

Cleo's POV.

After I got home from the hospital, I've been wanting to ask Mason what happened after I passed out completely. I just hope Robert isn't dead. I can't bear to live with myself if he dies. People would think I'm crazy for wanting him alive after what he's done to me, but he did it because he probably missed that girl, I think her name was May, yes. Maybe she broke up with him and he didn't take it well, but why me?

Robert has been a part of my family since I was 15 years old and the day he had to leave was so hard for me, I didn't know if it was because I liked him at the time or because he always seemed to make me smile like it's easy for anyone to do.

I don't think me asking Robert to come back to his old self is asking for much because, he probably misses my mum, Melanie. My mum loved him so much, just as much as she loves her son. Mason and Robert were so close, closer than Robert and I ever were, and that's what made me feel so blessed. We were all just one group. Not much but enough.

I walk into my bedroom only to see Mason sleeping on it. Without much hesitation, I walk over to my bed and cover Mason with the blanket, before getting under the covers with him.

I can't imagine how worried Mason was today, he is so protective and I'm sure it wasn't amazing sightseeing his younger sister in such a state. It too wasn't an amazing experience seeing as this was my first time having a panic attack.

I should just rest and keep it low, not too much stress and all. I just can't help my mind to wander off to what Cameron said yesterday earlier.

"Have you ever thought of maybe visiting the adoption home, maybe checking up on the child? I'm sure the kid never got home yet, I mean it's too young, isn't it?"

What if it isn't a bad idea? I'm just afraid that once I see it, it will remind me so much of my heartbreak and how stupid it was to give up for adoption just because the father of the child isn't there to help look after. I should be better than that, except I'm not.

I take my phone out and make a note to be sure to go to the adoption home and check the baby, it's probably not a bad idea but I need to take Cameron's advice, I'm not letting last year take over my heart like this. Before I can put my phone away, I get a message from an unknown.

Unknown: Hey, It's Cameron. About the date, how about we go Friday?

I smile but it quickly fades. I planned Friday as the day to go to the adoption home.

Me: It sounds great, except, I was planning on going to the adoption home, you know to check on the child. But I'll cancel. :)

When he doesn't reply, I put my phone away. My eyes are so painful and my eyelids are getting heavier. I drift to sleep in no time.