Page 266 of Corrupting Camille
As Kane walks away toward the compound, Lena leans in close, whispering loudly enough for him to hear:
“God, you weren’t kidding about the scary-hot vibe. I almost peed a little.”
I groan, covering my face, as Kane’s shoulders tighten slightly, a laugh he refuses to give her.
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Lena sprawls across the guest bed, wineglass in one hand, curls everywhere, dark eyes sharp and watchful as I sit curled beside her. We’ve already laughed through two glasses, and I feel loose enough, safe enough, to let the words I’ve been holding onto finally slip free.
“I need to tell you something,” I murmur softly, fingers tracing circles on the soft duvet.
Her gaze snaps to mine, instantly alert. “Tell me.”
“I…” I swallow hard, heart racing suddenly. “I’m pregnant.”
The room goes perfectly silent.
She blinks. Once. Twice.
Then abruptly sits upright, wineglass dangerously close to tipping over.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Lena…”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Her eyes widen, mouth dropping open dramatically. “Camille Elouise Sinclair. You let that man breed you?”
My face heats furiously. “Oh my god. Please don’t ever phrase it like that again.”
“You’re pregnant. With Kane Rivera’s cartel heir.” She pauses, then whispers dramatically, “I am both terrified and jealous.”
I laugh, relief flooding through me. “You’re okay with it?”
She looks at me fiercely, suddenly serious. “Babe, areyouokay with it?”
I nod softly. “Yeah. I am.”
She sets the wineglass down carefully, grabs my hands, eyes searching mine. “Good. Because if you want this, I will throw you the most obnoxiously lavish baby shower Miami’s ever seen. Like, cartel-themed balloons, tiny designer guns made of cake…”
“Lena…”
“Also, I call godmother, because if you pick Clara’s vanilla ass over me, I will literally set something on fire.”
“I haven’t told Clara yet.”
“Good. Let me soak up the glory first.” Lena squeezes my fingers tighter, eyes warm, voice softening again. “Are you happy?”
I take a deep breath, finally saying out loud the truth I’ve carried inside me since I heard that heartbeat. “I’m terrified. But also, I think I might be the happiest I’ve ever been.”
She wraps her arms around me tightly, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Then I’m happy for you, Cami. You deserve this.”
I hold onto her a moment longer, breathing in her chaotic warmth. When we finally pull apart, she grins wickedly.
“You realize Rivera’s gonna have his work cut out for him, right? Because I’m not leaving until I see this baby arrive and probably a while after.”
I laugh, heart full, and shake my head. “I’m counting on it.”
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