•One Year Later.

"Theodore James! If you do not get here, right now so that I could clean you," I warn, chasing after him.

He runs around the small coffee table in our apartment and when he tries doing a zigzag, I catch him in my arms, playfully glaring at him, still, my voice holding tiredness, exhaustion and a little bit of let me clean you or else you won't get Mac and Cheese to tonight.

I carry him to our bathroom and sit his four old body into the baby bath filled with bubbles. The first thing he does, is grab his rubber ducky and when he gets it, I start washing him.

A year and a half ago, I got Theodore back. The foster home told me that no one wanted him  because he was too energetic. He would run around until super late at night that it would keep his parents up and they wouldn't get enough sleep for work.

"Mama, do you think we can. . ." He breaths, "get ice-cweam?" He begs, rubbing the bubbles onto his body.

I raise my brow, "you're already so energetic, what do you want to be, the flash?"

"THE FLASH!!" He yells, jumping up and down and splashing water onto me.

I laugh, kissing his wet cheeks. I grab his Donald Duck towel and wrap him. Walking to his room, I hear the doorbell go and I place Theodore on his bed.

"I'll be right back, okay?" He nods and I place a kiss his forehead.

I use the towel u found on the diner table to dry my hands and when I get to the door, I check if I'm presentable. Mason and my parents are probably here for their daily checkup.

They would come over to see how I'm doing with Theodore and when they do, they see we are completely okay. I don't know why they woul worry so much for. I'm completely fine, even after what happened months ago.

I open the door, and I'm absolutely surprised to find Cameron standing there. He has a smile on his face with a small scar right on top of his eyebrow.

"Hey, beautiful." He greets and I freeze, my cheeks turning a deep crimson.

After a year and a half, I haven't heard from Cameron since tried to call and even came to the cafe right after I told him off the night he lies to me about everything.

I couldn't stop thinking about Cameron and even went as far as dreaming about the days we've been together. The days we were so carefree like two teenagers in love.

I still can't get over the fact that our "relationship" was a complete lie just to get me closer to Kevin. It hurt knowing that the same Cameron who was there for me when I told him about Kevin, was the one who lied to me about Kevin.

It hit really hard but I think I got over it.

It took some thinking and grief but I think that love just cannot be guaranteed. It has its ups and downs and we just have to cope with it. It will lead us somewhere in the end where everything is and will be worth it.

"What are you doing here?" I question, my voice soft and unwantonly cracking.

He raises a teasing brow, "what, I can't see the girl I love?" He questions.

My heart beats ten times faster as I try to control my breathing. It comes out puffy and I intake a huge breath before releasing. I close my eyes, the tiniest smile on my face. I can feel it.

"Cameron. . ." I warn.

"Mommy, I'm gwetting cowld!" I hear James small footsteps over his soft shaky voice.

My eyes widen because I completely forgot that my baby boy is naked only wrapped in his Hello Kitty towel. I rush to him, leaving a confused Cameron at the door. I lift him in my arms and close his cool body.

"Let's get you dressed, shall we?" I question with a grin, rubbing his shaky bottom lip.

He nods frantically, "finawy!" He rolls his eyes and I laugh, rushing to the room.

After Theodore is covered in warm clothing, I give him one scoop of ice-cream and set a few cut fruit in front of him as he watches Pokémon on the TV, completely unaware of the stranger at the door.

I walk over to the door, looking at Cameron who still hasn't moved from his spot in my front door.

"Uhm, do you want to come in?" I question, smiling a small bit.

He nods, walking in and close the for after he is at least close to the living room. When I get there, I see him staring at Theodore as he watches Pokémon.

"Is that your child?" He questions, his brows furrowed. I nod. "Who's the father?"

He looks slightly hurt, probably thinking I moved on from him. "Kevin." I whisper in a matter of factly.

"Oh," he says softly but than his eyes bulge, "ohh!" He yells.

"Shhhh!!!" Theodore says, staring at the TV still eating in his fruit.

One rule when it comes to Theodore, never disturb his TV time because he only gets to watch once a day for one and a half hours. I try to take him out often during the day but sometimes I am at work and he nor Mason wants to tell me where they go to or what they do when I'm not around.

I giggle at Cameron's wide eyes and I usher him to the kitchen. He takes a seat on the stool behind the island. I pass him a glass of ice tea and grab myself a glass too.

"What are you really doing here, Cameron?" I ask, eyeing him. He sighs, setting his iced tea down before looking at me. His voice sounds strained and forced as he speaks with much needed confidence;

"I want you, Cleo. I want to be with you and I can't be with you if haven't been answering my calls and–"

"I couldn't because I've been super busy and I never have time for my phone. James is already a handful and still having to balance my cafe, it's a lot and I can't talk about relationships that happened in the past that presumably will never happen again and–"

"You don't want me back, do you?" He questions, his voice thick and soft. Hurt.

"I didn't say that, I just said that being in a relationship, I won't be able to balance everything and it will be hard and–"

"I'll be here to look after James if you want and–"

"He doesn't even know you." I confirm as we keep cutting each other off. This conversation going in all sorts of directions.

"He can get to know me and maybe, later, we can form a family and–"

"Let's not go so far, Mister!" I giggle, holding my hand up. He grabs it, kissing my knuckles before getting off his stool and walking around the island.

He places my hand on his chest just on his heart and I feel his heartbeat. God, its beating rapidly! I stare straight in his eyes, this moment feeling so corny.

"Do you feel what you're doing to me, Cleo?" His eyes darken with love and I gulp. "You're more than just a girl I went out with two years ago."

"Technically, it was one and half–"

He cuts me off by tightening his hold on my hand. He pulls me closer and wraps his arm around my waist. Leaning down, his lips hover over mine and to say I didn't miss this, would be like disrespecting my mother.

God, I missed this. I still do, at this moment.

"Can I kiss you? I'm not expecting this kiss to fix everything and–"

"God, just kiss me!" And he does, just kiss me.

The kiss is soft but rough, hungry but passionate. Its not just a kiss, it's our relationship healer and I want just that. He licks my bottom lip asking for entrance and I don't think twice before letting him in.

When he pulls away, I rest my forehead on his, breathing heavily. "I, can't. I. . ." He says out of breath.

"I take your breath away?" I question with a small smirk.

He laughs, nodding. "You take my breath away,  Cleo." He pecks my lips.

"Good."

***

"Theodore!" I yell and he responds with the same old, yeah. "Come here for a second!"

"Mommy, I only watch TV for one hour and half, you're disturbing me!" He complains and I smile.

"Sorry sweetie, I'll give you another half an hour if you come right now! I want you to meet someone." I roll my eyes at Cameron's wink he sends me.

I hear Theo's small feet running against the hardwood floor. When he gets here, he climbs onto the small plastic stool near the sinc and puts his plate in. When he gets down, he stares at Cameron with a raised brow.

He smiles and glances at me, "is it daddy?" He questions, holding my hand.

Of course he would ask that, I showed him a picture of Kevin and they look almost identical. Well, somewhat. I shake my head no.

"That's daddy's brother, uncle Cammy." His eyes lighten and he runs out of the kitchen. I raise my brow and glance at Cameron. He shrugs with a small smirk.

"Theod–" before I can continue, I hear his little footsteps running to the kitchen. When he gets here, he has his tennis rackets with a ball in his hand.

"Can we play tennis???" He questions, staring at Cameron.

"Ah," Cameron breaths with a grin, "I cannot play if you are very good at this game because I'm not very good!"

Cameron teases and Theo laughs, "oh, I'm not. I'm super bad at this game." He says evilly and runs out of the back door Cameron following after him.

"I will just stay here and clean," I shrug and start packing the dirty dishes into the sinc.

"Oh no you don't!" Cameron grabs my hand, pulling me outside with them. I giggle.

Who knew after almost two years, this would happen. Finally Cameron manned up and came to me.

***

Well, that's it for 'He Asked, I Said "Yes"' and I hope you guys enjoyed the journey of Cameo!! Love you guys and if haven't, go back and vote. (I'm jk!!) Haha, byeeeeee.

(There will probably be an epilogue, still deciding but for now,, I'll mark this book complete!)