Camilla
"I'm going cycling, are you coming?" I asked Damon as I tied my shoe lace. "The weather is really nice for cycling, so you're coming?"
He looked up from the morning papers that was dropped at the front door this morning. "Cycling? Can you even ride that thing? I don't think I've heard you talk about it before." his eyes landed on my bump "is it even safe for you to ride that thing? What if you fall?"
I gave him the 'are you serious right now' look "Really Damon? Please don't be a kill joy with your over protectiveness." rolling my eyes at him, I returned to tying my lace. "Are you coming or not?" This shouldn't be a reason for arguments, but whatever decision he arrives at, I'm definitely going cycling.
Scoffing, he dropped the papers and climbed off the bed. "You honestly th
