He closes the door and takes a seat in the desk chair.
"Blakely, why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you through this." The disappointment is written all over her face. I don't know what to say to her, so I remain silent.
"When did it happen?" She whispers and grabs my hand.
"The night of the wedding. I ran away from the church, and I ended up at the apartment. I walked up the stairs and felt a sharp pain and blood all over my dress. I didn't even change. I just drove straight to the hospital." She looks at me in disbelief. Now she doesn't know what to say.
"Why didn't you tell me? Or your mom? If you didn't want Dakota there, we could've at least been there to hold your hand." Tears fill her eyes. I know she feels betrayed that I didn't confide in her, and I don't blame her.
"I was in shock, Cami! I didn't know what to do. I felt so guilty for not wanting her in the beginning and resenting her for tying me to Dakota." I sob.
"When she was gone, I didn't know what to do."
"She?" She asks, and I nod, fighting back more tears. Dakota and I were the only ones who knew the gender, we were telling everyone at the reception, but the reception never occurred.
"Dakota is a mess."
"I can't help Dakota." I'm still furious with him.
"This loss happened four months ago for you, for Dakota, he lost the baby today." She squeezes my hand. "I'm on your side B, I'm always on your side."
"The only thing that tied me to Dakota is gone, Cami."
"Do you still love him?" She asks.
I don't respond immediately.Do I love him?
"Does it make me terrible if I say no?"
"I guess it would make you honest. I told you I'm always Team Blakely." She nudges my shoulder with hers. I wipe the tears from my face and hug her so tight I'm afraid I'm gonna squeeze her guts out.
"Now, on to the next situation at hand." She looks at Judson and then back at me. "Where did you pick this one up?"
I choke out a laugh, "Judson owns the house I rented at the beach."
"And?" She looks to me and then looks to Judson.
"And we're friends." He interjects.
"If that's your story." She rolls her eyes and gets to her feet.
"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I need to get home to Kaycee before Brayden has her turned into a complete tomboy, and she refuses to wear bows." She smiles at me and then at Judson.
"Take care of my girl." She demands.
"Always." He smiles, and she gives me a "tell me everything" grin. I rush her out the door before she asks any more questions. My poker face is non-existent when it comes to Judson.
"Camera crisis averted. Sara put it inside."
"Thank you." I give him a reassuring smile.
The remainder of the night was spent laughing and eating pizza. He keeps my mind off of the complete shit-show that is my life, and I can't seem to shake him, so he must like being around. The night turned into morning, and we both gave up our battle with sleep.
The plane lands the next morning, and Judson walks with me hand in hand off the plane and up the jet bridge. When we turned into the hallway, I could tell something was off with the airport.
"Judson, this isn't Wilmington." I stop in my tracks.
"Did we get on the right plane? Where are we?!" I was half-asleep this morning when we boarded, so I honestly don't remember checking the gate.