The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance by Fabiola Francisco (find a book to read TXT) 📕

my God. That was a terrible joke. I’m only kidding. I don’t want your money. It’s just…I like to make things more awkward than they already are.” She covers her face with her hands, and I bite back a chuckle.

I peel her hands away and stare into those gorgeous eyes, kissing her softly. “Deep breath, Kiwi.” I smile, holding back my laughter. “I’d love to stay with you.”

“Okay, cool.” she nods.

I chuckle and pull her to me. “You’re something else.”

“Awkward as fuck. I hope this child gets your confidence.”

“Whoa…” I stop pulling her to my lap and stare at her with furrowed brows. “You’re confident, strong, smart, and funny. I hope this boy is just like you—looks, personality, and heart.” I grip the sides of her face, and my eyes pierce into hers. “I’m nothing compared to you.”

I tear my gaze away, dropping my head.

“Hey, that’s not true. You’ve always been a great person, and these last few months, I’ve seen a different side of you. One that I wish I had known earlier. I believe you should show it to the world more often. This child is lucky to have us both.” She shifts on my lap and hugs me. My arms curl around her body, keeping her close.

“That’s not what your brother thinks.” I shake my head, releasing a heavy breath.

“Cam, Easton is coming around. He’s afraid you’ll hurt me because he knows one side of you, but I’ve gotten to know you, and I trust you…with my baby and my heart.”

I brush my thumb across her bottom lip, smiling sadly. “Thank you.” I grab her chin and bring her lips to mine, kissing her with every ounce of emotion I possess. I won’t stop until I make her mine, even if it takes me a million years. I’m so deep with her that I never want to find my way out.

chapter 22

Allyson

When Camden showed up at my door some weeks ago, I couldn’t believe it. I was waiting for him to call me and let me know when he’d be flying back. After extending his trip while he was in Richmond, I wasn’t sure if I’d see him anytime soon.

Then, he surprised me, and my doubts about him returning dissipated. When he kissed me, I felt as if all the stars in the universe were aligned.

We’ve spent as much time together as we can. He’s met my friends, we hosted our own Thanksgiving dinner in my apartment, and I’ve shown him more of the city. Rubén and Vanesa have made it a point to help Camden with his Spanish whenever we get together, which has been more helpful than I thought. The weeks leading up to the holidays always feel a bit lonely since I can’t fly home for Thanksgiving, but this fall has felt different.

I rub my stomach and sigh. I’m waiting for Camden to finish up in the shower so we can go to my doctor’s appointment.

My boss took the news well, and I told everyone at the office afterward. Now, at twenty weeks pregnant, there’s no denying I’m with child.

I hear his steps nearing the living room and smile up at him when he leans against the wall with an easy grin on his face. He’s been staying with me since he returned, and it’s been my own brand of perfection. Laying with him at night, talking about our child, and the articles he’s read about pregnancy and parenthood has given us a chance to work through this.

Camden walks toward me on the couch. He leans down and brushes his lips against mine while his hand touches my belly. “Ready to find out if we’re having a boy or girl?” His eyes twinkle with excitement.

“I thought you were confident it’s a boy.”

“I’m positive, but since you doubt my psychic skills, I’ll humor you.” He winks and reaches for my hand to help me up, lacing his fingers with mine.

Once outside, Camden waves down a cab and opens the door for me to slide in. “I thought we’d ride to the doctor’s office.”

“Thank you.” I scoot over and wait for him to sit before giving the cab driver the address.

Camden’s fingers brush my palm in soothing circles. I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks. My heart hammers against my ribs. I know the baby is healthy, but it’s always nerve-wracking going into a check-up. Today, though, I’m excited to find out the gender, so the nerves are caused by an overwhelming sense of joy.

“Are we going to tell our families right away?” Camden interrupts my thoughts.

“We can,” I nod. “Maybe we can record a video and send it to them in the group chat.”

“I like that idea.” He leans in and kisses my temple. Then, he runs the tip of his nose down my jaw, inhaling deeply, and his hand runs slow circles over my swollen stomach. A shiver runs up my spine.

“You smell so good.” His voice sounds gruff. Heat creeps up my neck. I’m still getting used to being this way with Camden.

Following his lead, I inhale his masculine scent. It’s spicy and woodsy and reminds me of Everton for some reason—which is ridiculous since Camden has nothing to do with that part of my life.

As soon as he got back, he opened up about giving a relationship a try. He was ready for every excuse I threw his way. Truthfully, I want nothing more than to see if we could be a family, but there’s still the fact that we live in two different countries, and legally, his stay here will end soon. I also worry about what will happen if we break up. If that’s the case, I hope we can be adults and still co-parent, so our child has a happy and healthy upbringing.

I turn my head and smile at him. “Thank you. I bet you never thought I’d be your girlfriend,” I tease him.

“You’re the best surprise I never expected.”

My breath hitches as tears fill my