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Chapter Three

It had been two days since Paul had last actually spoken to Camilla and he was going insane. He was trying to give her as much space and time as possible, but he was finding it to be very, very, hard. Over the last two nights he sat just inside the trees that boarded the backyard of her family's house and watched her through the windows until either her father or her mother closed the curtains and they all went to bed. He felt that he lucked out because the two rooms Camilla seemed to spend most of her time, her bedroom and the baby's nursery, both had windows facing the backyard on the second floor. However, he was starting to feel like a peeping Tom and he knew that he couldn't sit outside her house every night, which was why he was on his way to Camilla's house, alone that time around.

He pulled his truck up in front of the house and parked it along the curb before he took a deep breath and climbed out of the truck. He ran his right hand through his short hair as he walked around his truck and slowly made his way up the shoveled driveway and then the walkway towards the house. He had no more reached the porch steps when the front door opened to reveal a smiling Camilla, and for a second all he could do was stare as he stopped walking with his right foot resting on the bottom stair.

She was wearing a dark pink sweatshirt that was rather baggy everywhere except around her extended stomach and gray sweatpants with white socks on her feet, and her hair was pulled back and away from her face. To most she would look sloppy but he was pretty sure he had never seen anyone more beautiful. She was completely relaxed and the tension he had noticed in her eyes that first time he visited her was gone and replaced with happiness.

"Hey," she said with a light laugh that made him feel his already warm cheeks heat a little more before he smiled and walked up the stairs.

"Hi," he said as he stopped in front of the door.

"I saw your truck pull up while I was fussing with the tree," she said. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't have to work today, so, I thought I'd come and visit," he said and she smiled at him once more.

"Okay," she said. "Come on in."

"Thanks," he said as he stepped inside and Camilla closed the door behind him.

"If I would have known I was going to have company today, I would have put a little more effort into it when I got dressed this morning," she said as she pulled at the hem of her sweatshirt which had ridden up her stomach slightly.

"Don't worry about it, you look fine," he said as he took off his coat and stepped out of his boots. His comment was rewarded with a bit of color rushing up her neck and across her cheeks, and he couldn't help but smile. They walked into the living room and Paul made himself at home as he sat down on the sofa, in the same spot he had sat down on the other day. Camilla did the same and sighed quietly once she was settled. "You look tired," he said, noticing the slightly dark circles under her eyes for the first time. He had been so preoccupied by her smile that he hadn't noticed them when he first saw her.

"Like I said the other day, sleep and I aren't exactly the best of friends right now and probably won't be for a while," Camilla said with a small smile and Paul forced one in return. He didn't like that she wasn't sleeping, but there was really nothing he could do about it. "So, how've you been?" she asked, obviously wanting to move the focus of their conversation to him.

"Good," he said with a small nod. "With the weather, work is a little slow but we're staying busy as always."

"Well, that's good," she said and Paul nodded. They talked for a little while, Camilla asking Paul various questions about his job and what he liked to do for fun while Paul asked her about her family and what New York City was like. It was almost an hour into his visit when she asked him a question he hadn't been expecting. "Do you want to see the nursery?" she asked and he blinked for a second before he smiled.

"Sure," he said and she smiled at him.

"Okay," she said and Paul stood from the sofa with ease, but Camilla was having a bit of trouble that afternoon.

"Here," he said gently as he held out his hands to her

"Thanks," she said as she laughed before she placed her much smaller and much softer hands into his. He wrapped his fingers around her hands and helped her stand before he reluctantly let go of her hands. "Jeez, your hands are hot just like Seth's," she said. "Is that a Native thing?" she asked with a small tilt of her head and Paul chuckled before he stuck his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

"I guess," he said and she smiled at him before she gestured him to follow her. He followed her upstairs, getting a nice view of her backside in the process, and then followed her into a room that was decorated in soft greens, white, and pale yellows with bits of orange, purple, and red thrown in. He'd seen some of it through the window, but actually standing in the room was something else, especially when he noticed the mural of a tree painted on the wall and up the ceiling beside and above the crib. "Wow," he said and Camilla laughed.

"I know," she said and Paul looked at her. "My mom went all out."

"You can say that again," he said with a smile and she laughed before she led him further into her baby's future room. She had no idea why she wanted to show him the nursery, it had just made sense to some part of her mind for him to see it. Paul had moved over to the bookshelf and was looking at the various children's books that lined a few of the shelves and the photos of who he assumed was a baby Camilla along with a few empty frames. He was reaching out to pick up a photograph of Camilla as a toddler when he heard her sharp gasp. Reacting instinctively, Paul turned around quickly and was at her side in a second. "What's wrong?" he asked, quickly and she smiled up at him and shook her head.

"Nothing," she said sounding breathless as both her hands rested on her stomach. "The baby just likes to kick a lot and sometimes he or she catches me off guard with a good one." Paul looked down at her stomach and he swore he saw something move across her stomach. "That's the baby's foot or the baby's hand. I don't know for sure," she said and he looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Seriously?" he asked and she laughed as she nodded.

"Sometimes if I'm just sitting watching TV or lying down on my back, you can really see him or her go," she said and Paul blinked as he looked down at her.

"That's . . . that's just . . .," he wasn't sure what to say and she laughed again.

"Weird, gross, and amazing all at the same time, I know," she said and he smiled at her. "Here," she said as she reached out with her right hand and took hold of his right wrist before she pressed his large hand against her stomach. Paul felt his heart start to race as he shifted closer to her and he could smell the soft floral scent of her hair and skin much more easily now that he was so close to her. However, his attention was soon drawn to the steady thump he felt against his palm and he looked at his hand on her stomach, which was covered by both her hands. "Cool, huh?" she asked him and he looked away from their hands and at her face with a small smile on his lips before he nodded.

"What does it feel like to you?" he asked her quietly as the thump continued against his palm. It was the strangest thing, but he felt even closer to her since she was willing to share something to intimate with him as the movement of her baby.

"When the baby first started to move it was like fluttering," she said, "but as the baby's gotten bigger it's harder to describe because it's literally something moving around inside of you. Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it just tickles. It all depends on how hard or fast the baby moves."

"Wow," he said again, that time for a completely different reason, as he looked down at their hands once more. The thumping had stopped but he could still feel the baby moving inside of her stomach and he had no idea how to explain the feelings rushing through him at that moment. Obviously, the baby wasn't his but thanks to his connection with Camilla he felt connected to the baby and he knew that if Camilla let him, he would do all he could for the little boy or little girl.

Camilla looked up at Paul, really unable to look at anything but his face as he looked down at their hands on her stomach. The look on his face was one of wonder and, strangely enough, affection. It was the kind of look one would expect to see on the face of an expectant father as he felt his baby move for the first time or even saw the image on the screen during the first ultrasound. It made no sense to her for him to react that way, but she found that she had absolutely no objection to it.

Teresa left the bakery a little early that day, knowing that the shop was in good hands with her assistants, and headed home for the evening. After stopping at the market to pick up some milk, she arrived home a little after five. When she went inside she was surprised to find Camilla sitting at the kitchen table with a young man that Teresa recognized as one of the young men that worked for Sam Uley. She didn't know the boy's name, but to say she was surprised to see him with her very pregnant daughter would have been an understatement.

"Hi Mom," Camilla said as she turned slightly in her seat and smiled at her mother who had already taken off her jacket and boots as she walked into the kitchen from the mudroom.

"Hi," Teresa said before she stuck the milk in the fridge and walked over to the table, putting her hand on the back to Camilla's chair.

"Mom, this is Paul," Camilla said introducing her mother to the young man. "He's a friend of Seth's; Paul this is my mom, Teresa Monroe."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Monroe," Paul said as he stood and held out his hand to her. Teresa looked up at the young man and nodded before she shook his extended hand.

"You too," she said as she let go of Paul's hand and looked down at Camilla curiously.

"We met at Sue's and the other day Paul had tagged along when Seth came by to visit," Camilla said, answering her mother's unspoken question. "He stopped by to visit today since he really had nothing better to do," she said and Teresa looked at the young man who was smiling softly at Camilla even though she wasn't looking at him. Teresa raised an eyebrow and as if he felt her gaze on him, he cleared his throat and looked at her.

"Well, I should get going," Paul said and Camilla looked at him.

"Really?" she asked, and Teresa was surprised to hear the slight tinge of disappointment in her daughter's voice.

"Yeah," he said with a smile as he returned his eyes to Camilla's. "I promised my mom I'd have dinner with her and my dad tonight."

"Oh," Camilla said before she slowly got to her feet. "I'll show you out." Paul nodded and looked at Teresa once more.

"Have a nice evening, Mrs. Monroe," Paul said and Teresa nodded.

"You too, Paul," she said and the middle aged woman watched her daughter walk with the very tall young man into the foyer. Sighing, and running her hand down the front of her face Teresa turned away and walked back over to the fridge. She pulled out the chicken breasts she had put in the fridge the night before and started her prep work for dinner. She had only just started fixing the breading for the chicken when Camilla came back into the kitchen.

"Want some help?" Camilla asked and Teresa sighed quietly before she looked at Camilla. "What?" Camilla asked, slightly confused at her mother's expression.

"Why was that boy here?" Teresa asked and Camilla frowned.

"I told you he came to visit," she said. "Paul and Seth know I don't do much of anything during the day, so, he came to keep me company."

"That's all?" Teresa asked with raised eyebrows and Camilla laughed.

"Of course, Mom," she said. "I know my judgment on men isn't exactly the best, but Paul's really not a bad guy. I'm pretty sure that he and Seth feel sorry for me, which is why they've been coming around."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt again, Millie. You're already in vulnerable situation and I just . . . I want you to be happy, not crying over some guy again," Teresa said and Camilla smiled sadly at her mother before she shook her head.

"Trust me, Mom, you have nothing to worry about," she said. "It's not like that with Paul. We're friends, at least we're starting to be."

"Well, in that case, good," Teresa said. "You could use a few more of those." Camilla laughed before she nodded her head.

"I know, right?" she asked and Teresa laughed quietly. "I have something I wanted to ask you, since I would have to borrow your van."

"What's that?" Teresa asked.

"Paul invited me to come to the holiday party his boss, Sam Uley, is throwing at his house on Saturday," Camilla said. "It's nothing fancy just a get together of the guys that work for Sam and a few others. Sue's going to be there with Chief Swan, and Paul said that Sue thought it would be a nice idea to invite me. Would it be okay if I borrowed your van to go to the party?"

"You sure you feel up to it?" Teresa asked and Camilla nodded her head. Teresa sighed quietly as she thought about it for a moment. "It's not a date?" she asked and Camilla rolled her eyes.

"No," she said with a quiet laugh. "What kind of guy would ask out an obviously pregnant woman?" Teresa scoffed quietly as she smiled at her daughter. Apparently, the young woman failed to see the way that Paul looked at her.

"You never know," Teresa said lightly and Camilla smiled at her.

"It's not a date, Mom," Camilla said firmly, "and if was, I wouldn't have even contemplated going. I have absolutely no intentions on dating anyone for a long, long, time."

"All right," Teresa said and Camilla raised an eyebrow.

"'All right' as in I can use the van, or 'all right' as in I believe you," Camilla asked and Teresa laughed.

"Both," she said and Camilla smiled.

"Thanks Mom," she said and Teresa smiled softly at her before she gestured towards the fridge.

"You're welcome, now grab some potatoes and start peeling. Your father asked for mashed potatoes for supper tonight with the oven baked chicken," she said and Camilla saluted.

"Aye, aye, captain," Camilla said and Teresa rolled her eyes but smiled all the same as she finished fixing the bread coating for the chicken and got to work on dinner with her daughter's help.

Camilla stared at her reflection in long mirror that hung on the back of her bedroom door with a small frown as she tugged on the hem of the red empire waist blouse with tiny white polka dots all over it. She wondered what she was thinking when she picked up the blouse at the maternity store a few weeks ago. At the time she had liked it, but now that she actually had some place to wear it, she wasn't so sure.

The cap sleeves were cute, but would be far too cold given the weather that evening, so, she planned on wearing a black cardigan over the blouse. She had on a pair of black stretch pants that weren't tight and a pair of black slip on shoes that she would be able to walk in the snow in. Deciding she wasn't going to do any better than that, she turned away from the mirror and grabbed her cardigan from the bed. She slid it on and made sure her hair was pulled free from the collar before she left her bedroom and went downstairs. Her parents were settled on the sofa watching the five o'clock news and Camilla sighed as she came to a stop at the base of the stairs before she walked over to them.

"Do you think this is okay?" Camilla asked and her parents looked at her before both of them smiled.

"You look lovely, Millie," Teresa said and Camilla smiled at her mother before she sighed softly once more.

"I don't look like I'm trying too hard do I?" she asked and Peter chuckled.

"No, you look fine," he said and Camilla nodded. "Are you sure you don't want me to drive you? I don't mind."

"No thanks, Dad, I'll be fine," she said. "Seth gave me pretty detailed instructions on how to get there."

"You sure?" he asked again and she nodded.

"I'm sure," she said before she walked over to them. Thankfully, they both stood up so she didn't have to risk toppling over and she hugged her parents. "I'll call if I need anything or have any trouble."

"Okay," Teresa said. "Have fun."

"I will," Camilla said before she walked into the kitchen and to the mudroom where she tugged on her jacket. She zipped it up before she headed outside. Peter had already brought out the small gift bags she had fixed and tray of cookies Camilla and Teresa had baked that afternoon out to the van, so, she didn't have to try and carry everything out to the car. She was both nervous and excited for her night at the Uley's house and she could only wish for a good night.