181 - Final Preps
*I’m going to miss you guys. More than just the tips that you two leave. I’ve enjoyed watching you two fall in love and grow your family. - Danisha*
Over the next few days, Camille returned to her normal self. She still felt slightly lethargic and slept a little longer than her usual few hours. After the initial big breakfast that they had for dinner the night that she woke up, she ate smaller meals throughout the day.
Her coach relieved her from her mentoring duties, and she just checked in with her freshman mentee by phone a few times a week. Thanks to her insomnia, she was ahead in her classes and most of her professors let her finish them online. She found herself catnapping throughout the day and this became her new normal.
The weekend after she woke up, her brothers flew home. Sid stuck around for a few more days and then she also flew home. Although it was great to have her family there, Camille was ready for her house to be back on its normal schedule.
End of year events took all their attention. Awards banquets. Varsity versus junior varsity softball. Drama Club Spotlight Talent Show.
Then came final exams for all three of them. Classes in the high school were shifted around to allow for an extended testing period during the last week. The college posted the testing times and locations.
With her final test at LSU completed, Camille prepared for the invasion that she knew was coming. Her family. The musketeers and their families. Saints from her father’s clubhouse. Saints from the Shack.
Brute’s sons.
She had barely seen Knuckles or Scrapper since their father died. It had not been intentional, but being so far away and having only been home twice… If she was honest with herself, she would admit that there had been some intention to it.
They both looked so much like their dad that it hurt to look at them. Every time she did, a new wave of sadness would overcome her. Even now, as she lay in the big bed with her husband curled up behind her, it surrounded her as she thought about her godfather.
It slowly built until she could hold back no longer and a tear slipped out of her eye.
As the sun climbed above the horizon on the other side of the windows, Camille found herself drowning in sorrow. It surrounded her and had such a hold on her that her stomach objected. The first wave of nausea rippled over her with very little fanfare.
The next wave had her bolting for the bathroom. As she clung to the toilet, wishing for something, anything, to come up, she dry heaved much like a cat with a hairball stuck in its throat. A little bile and spit floated in the toilet bowl as she flushed it and sat back against opposite wall.
Darkness handed her a damp wash cloth before leaving the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a bottle of water from the little refrigerator in her office. Smiling her thanks, she accepted the bottle and took a small sip.
“You okay?”
She nodded, paused and then shook her head. “I’m nervous to see Knuckles and Scrapper.”
“Brute’s sons?”
She nodded and swiped at her eyes. “I think that I’ve been avoiding them.”
He gave her a small smile, “That’s understandable. Did you know that the kids hung out with them over summer?”
Again, she shook her head, “No…”
“I think it did all of them some good.”
“Unfortunately,” she sighed and leaned her head back against the wall, “they have a shared loss.”
“That they do.” Walking over, he held out a hand to her, “Come on, I promised Danisha that we would come in for pancakes this morning.”
She let him pull her to her feet, “I could do some pancakes.”
Laughing, he held her close and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Good, because I have missed midnight pancakes.”
“You know,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “the kids are old enough to leave by themselves and go for midnight pancakes.”
“I know, but I worry about them waking up and worrying about us being gone.”
Pressing up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips and then gently bit his beard. “You’re such a good daddy.”
He grinned as he picked her up and sat her on the bathroom counter. Skimming his fingertips along her legs that were bare beneath her pajama shorts, he made her tremble. She traced his white ink tattoo on his chest before leaning and kissing his chest over his heart.
“Are you still going to get your shot before we leave?”
“Yeah, it’ll probably be my last shot. That’ll give us three months to get settled into the house.”
“If you need to, you can get one up there too, right?”
“Do you want me to wait?”
He shook his head, “No, but Cookie said that they had some issues and it’s going to be a little bit before we can move in.”
“I’m more worried about living with my parents for two months,” she admitted.
“It shouldn’t be that bad,” he chuckled, “the kids survived with minimal damage.”
“Please,” she rolled her eyes. “They were barely exposed to the drunken Trigg.”
“Oh, God,” he gave a shiver in mock disgust. “I still have nightmares.”
Laughing, she rested her forehead against his chest. He shifted and rubbed his hands up and down her back. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let out a sigh.
“I love you, Cam. If you want to wait a little longer, we can.”
She pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around her thighs. Looking up at him, she pleaded, “Let’s just not tell my parents yet.”
He chuckled, “You better behave, or I’ll go to the furniture store and whisper Oma three times into a bassinet.”
With wide eyes, she covered his mouth with her hand and then looked around as if she expected her mother to appear. “Don’t,” she hissed, “even joke about that.”
Pressing a kiss on her palm, he gently gripped her wrist. Moving her hands to hold them above her head in one of his hands, he leaned in to kiss her. She scooted closer to the edge of the counter and pressed her softness against his hardening cock.
“Maybe we should practice…” he rested his forehead against hers.
She giggled at his suggestion as there was a knock on the bedroom door. “Just remember, it’ll get worse with little ones.”
“I wouldn’t trade anything for a different life,” he assured her.
After another quick kiss, he released her hands and moved her to stand on the floor. He walked out to open the bedroom door and found both kids standing there. After assurances that they were still going to have pancakes, he and Camille got dressed.
Camille picked up Momma Dee and Rosie from the assisted living center on a slight detour to their favorite IHOP. The six of them enjoyed one last pancake breakfast as they finalized the plans for them all to move to Massachusetts.
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