The Perfect Timing

Chapter Three

Maddie

It's been two years since I've seen or spoken to Cameron, but being up in this private suite overlooking the field has me wishing I had told him about Isabelle sooner. I know I'm angry at him, but this feeling of being so proud overpowers the anger. I've been blinking away tears the entire game. After each touchdown pass he threw my heart ached a little more. The feeling to kiss him hasn't gone away. No matter how broken my heart still feels.

Izzy has been fussy for the past hour. Partly because it's past her bedtime. She's on a strict schedule, but this is a special occasion. I will deal with the repercussions later.

"Does she want a banana?" My mom reaches into the diaper bag for her snacks and pulls one out as I bounce her on my knee. The game just ended, and I think she can tell that I'm stressed.

"She might," I reply, glancing back to the door about five times as my mom feeds her tiny pieces. Thankfully that seems to distract her from her tiredness.

"He has to get changed and do interviews and stuff," Ethan reassures. "He won't be here anytime soon. Relax."

I can't relax. It's easy for them to say. They aren't the ones who hid an entire human being from someone. Cameron has no idea that his life is about to change as soon as he walks through that door. Will he be mad? Will he be upset that Izzy will now have to come between him and Katie?

Oh, fuck. I think I'm going to puke.

"Honey..." My mom leans across the couch and squeezes my knee. "Are you okay? Do you need me to take her?"

"No. I'm fine," I reply. Oddly enough Izzy relaxes me. If I don't have her then I start to become even more anxious.

My heart is racing as I stare back out at the now-empty field as everyone starts to leave the stands. It's hard to believe that Cameron has become this huge football sensation. I remember when we were back in high school and thought wearing his jersey was the coolest thing.

Now he's in the freaking big leagues. He's all anyone can talk about. On the way in I heard multiple girls talk about how hot he was. How they were only there to see him. As much as I wanted to attack all of them I couldn't help but agree.

Cameron is a beautiful man. Emerald green eyes, full, pink lips, and curly hair that just begged to be pulled on. Not to mention his body that had gotten so fit since going pro. On nights that I got lonely, I didn't hesitate to look up photos of him on the internet, touching myself to the dirty memories I saved in my head of us.

I'm reminiscing. I shouldn't be doing this when I'm about to see him in literally minutes. He hurt me. He broke my fucking heart. I can't just forget about that because he looks good.

The door swings open between us, and I close my eyes shut, knowing that it's him without even turning around. I can feel his presence.

"Hey!" I hear him shout, and when I glance behind me I see him pull Ethan in for a bro hug. "It's about damn time man!"

"What an incredible game," Ethan replies. "Sorry you guys lost though. Maybe next year."

My mom sets the banana back into the plastic bag and pulls Cameron into a hug of her own. I wasn't expecting my family to disown him after he hurt me, but I expected a little resentment at least. Deep down though I know my mom will always view him as a second son. She'll always have love for him no matter what he does. "Honey, I'm so proud of you." She sniffles and tightens her hug on him. "Your mom would be so proud."

"Thank you, Mary," he says and kisses the top of her head. "I missed you guys."

Finally, the moment that I've been dreading, his eyes finally meet mine. They're even more breathtaking than I remembered them to be. He's wearing a fitted Nike sweatsuit that outlines all of his toned body, his lanyard dangling out of his right pocket. He always knew this was my favorite of his when we were in school. I can't help but wonder if he wore that for me tonight.