It was like Deja vu all over again as I sat in my car in front of Cameron's huge house. A week ago, I sat in this very spot when I came to talk to him about this very pregnancy, but it didn't go well.
Hopefully, this time around it will go differently. I cannot lose him. I won't.
With a deep breath and my big girl panties on, I made my way to his door in deep anxiety. I didn't push through like I usually do, since we were technically broken up, so I rang the doorbell like a normal person.
It felt so weird.
Only a few seconds later, the door flew open, revealing an older version of Cameron standing in front of me. His dad.
Chris looked tired and stressed, but he managed to offer me a beaming smile nonetheless. I no longer called him Mr. Riley simply because it now felt odd not to refer
