The Perfect Timing

Chapter Six

Cameron

My alarm goes off at seven in the morning, causing me to let out a groan. My flight leaves later this afternoon to go back to LA, but not an ounce of me wants to get up.

For a second I forget about what happened last night. I thought it was all some sort of dream, but then I hear music playing and the sink running in the kitchen, and I just know I didn't make this all up in my head. She's actually here.

I wander out of the bedroom and lean against the doorframe. Maddie is swaying her hips side to side to the beat as she flips an egg in the pan, and just for a second, I stop worrying about all we have to talk about. I stop worrying about having to leave.

It's funny, because after all the history we have, never have I once woken up to her making breakfast for me. I mean, maybe in high school before we dated, but never like this. Never the morning after we slept together.

I could get used to this.

Her eyes pop up to meet mine, and she jumps from being caught dancing. "Oh. Sorry," she says. "Did I wake you up? Was the music too loud?"

She seems happy, her cheeks flushed and an extra pep in her step. I don't see how she couldn't be since she had about six orgasms from me last night. All from just my tongue.

"No. I'm surprised you're up so early though. Since when are you an early bird?"

"Since I have to be on mommy time now," she replies with a laugh. It's like a complete punch to my gut.

I have a daughter.

A daughter I never knew about.

"Right." I clear my throat and go to sit down on one of the barstools. I'm confused as to how she even got the ingredients to make breakfast since there wasn't anything in the fridge yesterday, but maybe they stocked it after I asked for room service.

"What time does your flight leave?" She asks. "I'm assuming you go back today?"

"Yeah, but my flight doesn't leave until later this afternoon. I just set my alarm so that I'd make sure I was up."

A plate of eggs, bacon, and sausage lands in front of me. It smells absolutely delicious. I take a bite of the eggs and groan at how good it is. We certainly worked up an appetite last night.

"It's so good," I hum happily with a mouthful of eggs. "Thanks for this."

She joins me at the island, still in just my t-shirt from last night. I notice she's let her hair turn back to blonde rather than brown, the ringlets going every which way from being slept on. I love how she looks in the morning, even with her eyeliner and lipstick smeared from last night.

"So where do you live now that you're all famous?" She asks. "A mansion?"

I laugh. "Not exactly. More like a penthouse."

"Oh, because that's so much worse. You poor thing."

I smile at her. "You're exactly like Ethan, you know that? I never said it was a bad thing. I just haven't invested in a house yet."

"And why is that?" She tilts her head to the side, genuinely curious about my answer.

Would it be creepy to tell her that it's because I've been waiting to see what she's going to do with her life? Where she'll settle down? I'd buy a house wherever she is. I want to be as close to her as I can.

"Let's talk about you," I say instead. "You moved back home for Isabelle I'm assuming?"

She nods. "Yeah, it was just easier. I'm still in med school at Briarwood, just part-time now doing online classes. I got a new internship here at another pediatric clinic, and when I'm not interning there then I work part-time at Maya's salon as a receptionist."