“He’ll be gutted.”
“He’ll get over it.”
“I’m coming to see you guys; I think it’s best to get this over and done with,” Cami decided.
“No. We’ll come to you. I’d just feel better if you weren’t driving in these conditions while you’re so distracted,” Rick said firmly, and hung up before Cami could protest.
She got up from bed slowly, alarmed when her head spun and her stomach roiled in protest at the movement.
“Morning sickness, my butt,” she muttered beneath her breath. The term was a complete misnomer. She sat quietly and breathed deeply to try and regain her equilibrium. When she felt steadier, she made her way to the door and peeked into the living room. Cal was sitting on the couch, making out with some guy Cami had never seen before.
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They didn’t even notice when Cami step
