“Our house is always clean.”
“These baseboards say otherwise.”
“Is this becauseMelanieis coming over tomorrow?”
Cameron dramatically sighed. “Stop saying her name like that.”
“Stop being weird about Aunt Mel coming over,” Dylan retorted.
Putting a hand on her knee, Cameron stood. Her creaking joints reminded her she wasn’t twenty anymore and cleaning baseboards was probably a bad idea on her knees. But she’d never let Dylan know that. She put her hand on hip and smiled at Dylan.
“I’m not being weird about Aunt Mel coming over. I just want the house clean. That’s all.”
“Those baseboards have never been cleaned.”
“All the more reason for them to be done today.”
“On Christmas Eve?”
“Mhmm.”
“You’re insane.”
“Like mother, like daughter,” Cameron joked, sticking her tongue out at Dylan as she rolled her eyes. “Where’s your brother?”
“I dunno.”
Teens, Cameron internally groaned.
Jonah had gone out for burgers at Cameron’s request because there was no way she was going to dirty the kitchen by cooking. All activities involving getting the kitchen messy were ceased until breakfast the next morning. When she would get to make pancakes with the kids and Melanie for the first time.
Okay, well, not entirely true.
Melanie had helped her make the kids breakfast before.
But it would be the first time on Christmas Day, and that was a memory Cameron wanted to treasure forever.
“Can you check his location and see where he’s at, please?” Cameron opened the refrigerator and pulled out two sodas as Dylan sat at the kitchen island. She slid one across the table to Dylan, who popped the top with one hand.
“It’s showing he’s here.” She turned her phone around so Cameron could see it. Indeed, his little blue dot was hovering over the other two blue dots, indicating he was indeed at home. Cameron sighed. “He’s probably talking toEva.”
“I hope that’s all he’s doing with Eva.”
“Dylan Nicole.” Cameron held up a finger at her. “Don’t you dare put those images into my mind.”
“What?” Dylan chuckled. “It’s not like they’redoinganything in the car. Unless Jonah is doing a solo performance.”
“That’s it! Enough.” Cameron covered her ears with her hands. “I never want you to say that series of words again, understood?”
“Fine.” The smirk on Dylan’s face told her she would not be adhering to Cameron’s new rule.
Although Cameron liked Jonah’s girlfriend, Eva, she didn’t like the idea of her baby boy growing up. Cameron couldn’t stop the memory of when her first baby was born from flooding her mind. She had no idea what to expect during pregnancy, but thankfully Isla, Vera, and Melanie had been there to give her all the advice.
Even if two of the three had never given birth themselves.
And the one who had somehow convinced Cameron to do a home birth.
It had all been going well until Cameron hit the transition part of labor. She’d naively thought the contractions at the start ofher labor were what they’d be like the whole time and she had been dead wrong.
