Cameron
"Seriously, Cameron. I can walk by myself," my girl told me for a million times.
"Shut up and let me do this, you puny brat. I'll be content if I see you where you need to be now with my own eyes. Spoil me a bit, woman," I countered.
"I already allowed you the second you picked me up, but everyone is watching."
"f**k them. You're mine, Rachel. This is my way of showing them you belong to me." Rachel giggled, and f**k, that was the sound I wanted to listen to every day.
"I feel like a five-year-old," she said. I only smiled. I was aware of those eyes watching us since I brought Rachel out of my car. Yes, I knew Rachel would walk now. But she was still limping. The scratch she got was enough for her to be slightly vulnerable. Regina hit her calf. Rachel received eight stitches b
