A/N: I've given up at guessing how many chapters this story is going to be lol. So, I'm just going to continue writing until I figure it out. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you again for the favs, follows, and reviews! It makes my day :)

Side note: I'm on vacation with the hubby this week. And I totally thought I would finish this chapter (to where I wanted it to end), but it's not happening. So shorter chapter for this one. The next chance I'll get to update is sometime next week. So until then! xo

*Kirsten's POV*

I woke up to sunlight shining in my face, cutting through the blinds at the window. I took in the surroundings I could see, without moving. My back was against Cameron's chest, and his arm was underneath my head, and his other hand resting on my hip. How did we get to the bed? The memories of last night came rushing back. We cuddled up on the couch, ate our frozen yogurt and watched a movie. I must have fallen asleep during it, because I saw the credits rolling on the TV, and Cameron was asleep with his arms wrapped around me. I had woken up with a stiff pain in my back from sleeping half sitting up/half laying down. I nudged Cameron awake so that we could to go to his bed.

I didn't know what time it was now, and I didn't really feel the need to wake up just yet. But the sunlight was getting in the way of sleeping. I rolled over and curled into his side. My movement caused Cameron to shift so he was laying on his back, but his even breathing suggested that he was still asleep. He was shirtless. I lightly placed my hand over his scar. I was lulled back to sleep by the steady rise and fall of his chest.

*Cameron's POV*

I heard a light snoring next to me. It was quite possibly the cutest noise I've ever heard. I opened my eyes, seeing Kirsten curled into my side with her hand around my hip and her leg hitched across mine. She was beautiful.

She shifted in her sleep, snuggling in closer and her hand moved from my hip to my chest, placing it in the middle of my scar. I wondered if she was awake, if she consciously placed her hand over my scar. But she was still snoring. I still hadn't told her, and she hasn't asked.

I recalled the memory of that night. I didn't hear her approach my room. I was getting a shirt to change into when I noticed her. It was partially my fault, I don't know why I didn't close the door. She was just staring, her eyes shifting down and then back up again. There was no way she didn't notice my scar. She was searching my eyes, as if she could find the answers there. It took me a few seconds to process it... it was just residual emotion, Robbie's curiosity. Just residual emotion, that was all. I crossed the room and took one last look at her. She almost looked like she was going to speak, but I shut the door before she could. Just residual emotion...

I'm honestly surprised she didn't ask me right away, when she saw it that night. Then I was surprised that she didn't ask after that. The residual emotion was gone, but I couldn't explain why she didn't ask. This was Kirsten, and she usually spoke what was on her mind. I couldn't figure out what bothered me more- that she didn't care enough to ask, or that she acted like it never happened.

I should probably tell her. We were, in fact, dating now. I always dreaded telling someone, anyone really. Maggie and Ayo knew, as part of my medical history. I hadn't even told Linus. Without fail, it scared women off. Sometimes not at first, but eventually it scared them off. There were common reactions- disgust (which was by far the worst, although the quickest), seemingly acceptance but still walking on egg shells around me, and the inevitable reaction of not wanting the responsibility of dating someone that might keel over at any minute. If I'm being honest with myself, it's the reason I shied away from dating the last few years. It always seemed to be too much of a hassle.

Kirsten shifted again, waking up this time. She flexed her hand, her fingers grazing the raised flesh there. I'm going to tell her. She was a rip the band aid off fast kind of girl. I could do the same.

"Good morning, Princess." I placed a kiss to her forehead and tucked her hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering at her cheek for a moment.

She placed a kiss on my shoulder. "Mmm... Good morning Cam." She lightly traced my scar with her fingers.

Now or never, you can do it Cameron. "Kirsten?," I asked, gently placing my hand over hers on my chest.

"Yeah?" She looked up at me with a soft smile.

I brushed her hand with my thumb. "I want to tell you." I didn't need to elaborate. She glanced at my chest where our hands were, and looked back up at me. Her expression didn't change, her smile was encouraging. "I was born with a congenital heart defect. Initially my doctors just monitored it, but I needed a valve replaced. I had heart surgery when I was ten. They didn't know if I would survive the surgery. When I did, my parents refused to let me do anything, even after the doctors cleared me to resume normal activities. I couldn't play sports, or go outside, or do anything strenuous. They were terrified that my heart would give out. To this day, they still treat me like I'm fragile, breakable..." All throughout my speech, her expression remained the same. It was almost unnerving. Now seconds were passing, and the silence was deafening. At this moment, I wanted her to be like every other girl and say something, anything. Then she did.

"Well I think," she spoke carefully. "That you've proven them wrong." She smiled at me, and I could only see affection behind her eyes. I exhaled quickly, relieved at her response. She laced her fingers in mine, and moved our joined hands below my scar. She propped herself up on her elbow, and quickly placed a kiss at the bottom of my scar. She left a trail of kisses up my scar. My pulse raced. I had never had anyone that accepted that part of my life so readily. "Thank you," she whispered into my chest.

"For what?," I breathed out.

She looked up at me. "For telling me." She leaned up and kissed me briefly.

I was suddenly aware that we had been up for a while, and I was starving. "So... how about I make us breakfast?"

"Yes please," she replied as she placed another quick kiss on my cheek.

I led her to the kitchen and I got out all the ingredients to make french toast, eggs, and bacon. I got out several pans, having mastered multitasking in the kitchen years ago. I started the bacon first, and mixed all the ingredients for french toast in a bowl and got those started. I put on a kettle of water for tea, and continued with breakfast. All the while, Kirsten was sitting at the kitchen island, content to just stare at me. Everything was almost done, when she got up and helped herself to the tea. She got out two mugs, poured the hot water, and was looking through my assortment of teas. "You know, I can get that," I offered as I was plating the french toast and bacon.

"But I want to help. Green tea okay?" She had already pulled out two tea bags. So I guess I was getting green tea either way.

"Green tea would be great. Thank you."

She finished making the tea, and took the mugs to the table as I finished cooking the eggs. She helped herself to my cabinets, pulling out the syrup, butter from the fridge, and utensils and set the table for us. The gesture tugged at my heart a bit, and I hoped that every day with Kirsten could be like this. I marveled at how she fit so easily into my life, that it really wasn't much of a transition to a romantic relationship for us.

I divided up the eggs between the two plates, and carried them over to the table. I kissed her head as I set down her plate. "Here you are, Babe."

"Thank you." She gave me another one of her genuine smiles. I realized that I might be getting addicted to them, the way her smiles light up the room.

We ate in silence, and she helped me clean up everything after. She washed the dishes, while I dried them and put them away. The second I was done, I pulled her in for a hug. "So, what would you like to do? Watch Doctor Who perhaps?"

"Hmm... no." She didn't elaborate.

"No?," I asked, pulling back slightly.

"I never got to finish watching Star Trek, so we're watching that first."

"Well, it couldn't have been very good, since you fell asleep during it," I reasoned. I couldn't contain my laugh though.

"Maybe, you shouldn't have given me all that wine. Then I wouldn't have been so tired," she teased. She kissed my neck, and for a moment I almost wished I didn't suggest watching TV. "Come on, we're watching Star Trek."

She led me to my bedroom, and we cuddled while watching Star Trek, followed by an episode of Doctor Who. We ordered lunch in, this time opting for Thai food.