“I should go before Cami wakes up.” Even though Cami caught us kissing, we don’t want her to assume anything else is going on. I look forward to the day that I don’t have to sneak around my own place, hiding my feelings because of a six-year-old kid.
Lana’s only reply is to burrow deeper into my chest.
I try to untangle her limbs from mine, but she holds on.
“What if we told her?” she mumbles against my chest.
“Told her what?”
“That we’re dating.”
I pause. “Is that what you want?”
“She’s starting to ask me questions anyway.”
“Like what?”
“She wanted to know when she is going to get a baby sister.”
I choke on my inhale. “What?”
She peeks up at me. “Do you not want kids?”
“Of course I do.” Spending time around Cami made me realize just how fun children can be.
“Are you sure? You’re going to have to invest in a lot more swear jars.” A smile tugs at her lips.
“I better stock up on some hundreds then.”
She smiles in a way that not only reaches her eyes but hersoul.
I can’t resist kissing her in that moment. To steal a little bit of that happiness for myself.
“Mommy!”
One second, I’m lying flat on the bed. The next, Lana shoves me off the mattress with an inhuman amount of strength that I never thought she possessed.
I land on the floor with an oomph. “Fuck.”
She peeks over the edge with wide eyes. “Oh my God. Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”
I lift my hand and give her a thumbs-up.
The knob rattles before Cami comes barreling in. “Morning!”
Lana intercepts her before she catches me hiding. “Whoa there. Look at your hair! Let’s go do something about it before breakfast.”
The door shuts behind them with a soft click, leaving me alone, wondering how the hell I’m going to survive sneaking around for much longer.
Outside of visiting Rowan’s house at the back of the Dreamland property for a company Christmas party, I have pretty much avoided the park since my mother passed, so Cami’s first experience at the park might as well be mine too.
Our first stop is at the Magic Wand Salon. Beauty chairs and fancy vanity mirrors make up one side of the salon while the other half is an entire store designed like a princess’s closet. Hundreds of girls sift through the racks, riffling through ballgown dresses and accessories fit for royalty.
Cami takes off toward the shop, leaving Lana and me behind with Rowan and Zahra. Compared to my brother’s plain navy suit, Zahra wears a bright yellow dress that complements the brown tones of her skin and hair.
“Cal!” Zahra throws her arms around me.
Lana looks at the two of us with raised brows.