Chapter 31 Camden
THIRTY-ONE
CAMDEN
This may come as a surprise, but I laughed when I read Calliope’s Column. The one I couldn’t dredge up enough energy to look at when Noah sent it to me. I finally scrolled the article while lying in bed, Savannah asleep in my arms, when I couldn’t get my mind to quiet.
My thoughts were jumbled after my hellish day and the incredible evening. I was restless despite how exhausted my body was.
When I laughed out loud at the column, Savannah barely moved. She let out the tiniest sigh, her warm breath hitting my neck, and I pressed a kiss to her forehead and kept reading.
It took less than ten seconds to determine that Savannah had written the article. And it was obviously about me.
Calliope’s Column
It’s Not Him, It’s You (Kind Of)
Rule Number 6: Don’t Sync Your Ovulation Calendars Before the First Date.
I thought this would be the deal-breaker.
It should have been. Ladies, this is not me telling you to pull a stunt like this.
Seriously, you’d have to be off your rocker to even think about allowing a man to knock you up before you’ve gone on a first date.
Sex on the first date, debatably hot; ovulation calendars, not so much.
So when I tell you that the man I’m seeing didn’t so much as blink, and he most certainly didn’t dump me, this is not me paving the way for you. I know I’ve told you that I’m not the exception, but here’s the thing I’m quickly learning: he is.
He’s a man who knows what he wants. Who is there for the people who need him.
He’s fiercely protective too. My man—and yes, I’m claiming him; he didn’t dump me and now I won’t let him—always gives the people he cares about what they want.
So I guess it shouldn’t have surprised me that when I told him I wanted his baby, he shrugged like it was no big deal.
I’m not sure what, if anything, I’m teaching you through these columns anymore, but I’ll keep doing them and reminding you to be patient and wait for the exceptional man. When you find him, there’s a good chance that the rules won’t matter so much. Until then, it’s not him, it’s you. (Kind of.)
X,
Calliope
When I finished that column, I went back and read every one she’s written on this subject.
I was worried, at first, that she started this before she met me.
And though I don’t give a shit about who she was with in the past, I had no interest in reading about her with other men.
Being teased about her with another woman: hot.
Reading about her real dates with another man: enraging.
Fortunately, I seem to be her only victim. Yes, that’s what she called me in her first article.
That’s fine. I’ll be her victim any day of the week if it means I get to wake up with her in my arms.
From the sound of things, she’s looking for more subject matter to write about, and I feel like a little payback might be fun. So with a plan forming in my head, I carefully climb out of bed and rush outside while she’s still asleep.