The Footballer's Designer Baby (A BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Alexis Gold Page B

she was in her room at Cameron’s house.
     
    She looked around the room and tried to sit up in bed, but found that the pain was too much for her. Renee was nearby, reading in a chair, and came up to Delilah’s bed when she woke up.
     
    “Hey! There she is! How are you feeling?” Renee asked with a huge smile on her face.
     
    Delilah rubbed her hand over her eyes and looked around again. “I’m confused. I thought I was going to go back to my apartment and heal up there. What am I doing here?” She began to get a better look around her and noticed that her room was filled with several bouquets of flowers. Renee beamed down at her.
     
    “Well, Cameron and mom and I wanted you here, so we brought you back here. You have been on a lot of pain medication, so you weren’t awake when it happened. Can I get you anything? Juice? Water? Are you hungry?”
     
    Delilah was really thirsty. “Water would be nice, thank you. So, I’m a prisoner here?”
     
    “You’re my guest,” Cameron said, walking into the room and smiling at her.
     
    Delilah looked up at him and her heart flipped over in her chest. She smiled up at him and leaned her head back against her pillow. “Well, we did it. You’ve got your son. How’s he doing? Is he okay?” she asked, feeling sure that he must be, if the grin on his father’s face was any indication.
     
    Renee squealed, “If you’re coming in here, then it’s my turn with the baby!” And she darted out the door.
     
    “He’s amazing! I can’t get over it… it’s so incredible to have him here. He’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.” He walked up to Delilah and leaned over her, kissing her forehead. “Thank you so much.”
     
    “No problem… all in nine months’ work. Almost. I wanted to apologize for going out swimming… I shouldn’t have done that.”
     
    “No apologies!” he said, sitting in the chair beside her and reaching for her hand to hold it in his. “You would have been fine out there if you hadn’t gotten the cramp. I think it was just the stress of your experience that put you into labor. He’s fine, and you’re doing alright, so no harm, no foul, right? I’m just glad you’re okay and that you’re here.”
     
    She felt her heart grow tight in her chest. She knew Jim was right, and she knew she had to tell Cameron that. “Cameron, my job was to carry your son and then give birth to him and be gone.
     
    “I shouldn’t have been here the last couple of months, and I shouldn’t have spent any time with you, but that’s just how it worked out and now the job is over and it’s time for me to go. I don’t want to get in your way, and I don’t want to hinder your bonding time with your son. I just need to leave; it’s time for me to go.”
     
    She thought her heart might break in two, but she managed to get the words out and to sound like she meant them. The truth was, though, that she wasn’t sure at all if she meant them.
     
    She didn’t want to think about what it would be like to not be at his house, not see him, and deep in her heart she had to admit to herself that she didn’t want to let go of the baby she’d carried and given birth to that day. The image of his little face just moments after he was born was still with her.
     
    “See… that’s just the thing, though,” Cameron said, moving closer to her.
     
    “You aren’t in the way, not at all. Delilah, you need to stay here to heal. You went through so much, and it really brought you back down again. Mom and Renee and I can take good care of you, and there’s a nurse scheduled to come by to help you. You’ve got to stay here to heal.
     
    “Besides, I was wondering if maybe you might nurse the baby while you’re here… you know, breast milk is best, and we want the best for that little guy. What do you think? I’ll take good care of you and you can help me take good care of the baby?”
     
    She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was