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

eyes. Camden strokes my cheek with his thumb. His lips touch mine, and my heart swells. I reach up and cup his cheek. “Thank you for being here.”

“I want to,” he assures me with a firm nod.

“I know.” I lean into his side, resting my head on his shoulder as we weave through the busy streets.

When we arrive at the doctor’s office, Camden holds my hand while we wait for them to call us. Once I’m in the examination room, Camden stands by my side. The technician goes through the explanation I’ve heard numerous times from my other check-ups, and she goes on to do the sonogram.

After letting us know that everything looks good, she taps the keys on the computer and zooms in. With a wide smile, she congratulates us, telling us it’s a boy. Camden whoops so loud, both the technician and I jolt. I cover my mouth as tears stream down my face. Camden grabs ahold of me and kisses me shamelessly.

“A boy,” he whispers against my lips. “You owe me a date.” He winks.

I nod, still overwhelmed with emotions.

“Pretty sure we already had plenty of dates.”

“Nah, this one is special, Kiwi.” He kisses me again before staring at the screen again.

The technician smiles at us, and we wait for the sonogram to print before leaving the office.

“I’m so damn happy.” Camden’s face is lit up as we walk down the sidewalk. “You’re not going to work until four, right?”

“Yeah.” I took the morning off for the appointment, and it’s one day I’m especially grateful for Spain’s odd work hours. I stare at the printout in my hand—our baby boy. I can’t believe it.

“Let’s have lunch.” He swings his arm around my shoulder and pulls me toward him. I put the sonogram away in my purse, careful not to wrinkle it, and wrap my arm around his waist.

At times I can’t believe this is my life.

“Can we do something before?” I peer up at him with a smile.

“Anything you want.”

I bring out my phone and signal Camden to bend down a bit so that his six-foot frame is even with my five-five one. I flip the camera until it’s facing us and hit record.

“We just got the best news.” I look over at Camden. When I stare back at the camera, I yell, “We’re having a boy!”

Camden laughs, confirming our news. I choke up when he tells them that we’re using my dad’s name as the baby’s middle name, and we’re so excited to meet our son.

I end the recording, but my tears flow down my face. He kisses my cheeks and dries my tears. A boyish smile takes over his face; it’s my favorite smile of his. My heart slams against my ribs as I stare into his face. Everything fades but the man in front of me, looking at me with so many emotions. My entire body freezes when I realize I’m falling in love with him, irrevocably so.

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My realization has been on my mind all afternoon, distracting me from work. Falling in love with Camden. I chew on the inside of my cheek as I ponder this. He’s definitely the kind of guy I’d fall for, but we’re still nowhere close to figuring out where the future will lead. I’m afraid I’ll end up with a broken heart.

“Tick, tock.” Camden taps my forehead. “What’s on your mind?”

I turn my head to look at him as the steady subway takes us to our destination. He looks handsome in dark jeans, a baby blue button-down shirt, and a gray coat. His eyes are bright, and the perfect amount of scruff frames his face.

I smile and shake my head. “Nothing.” I lean my head on his shoulder, comforted by his warmth as he holds me to him. His fingers rub circles on my arm over the coat, and yet his touch causes chills through a wool barrier.

“Are you excited to see your family when we fly home for Christmas?” His deep voice washes over me like refreshing summer rain.

I sit up to look at him. “I can’t wait. I think my mom is going to flip when she sees my stomach,” I laugh.

“She’s going to be so happy. She misses you, but she’s so damn proud of you.”

I nod as tears fill my eyes. Blinking them away, I smile and kiss Camden’s cheek. My mom has been my rock during this pregnancy. She’s always sharing her wisdom with me and reassuring me everything has a divine plan, even if I can’t see it.

I’ve flown home for Christmas the past two years I’ve been living here, but this Christmas will be special. I place my hand on my belly, and Camden’s warm touch lands over my hand.

I’m a ball of emotions bouncing all over the place today. I’ve been thinking about my dad, especially after finding out we’re having a boy.

I gasp and snap my head to Camden. “Did you feel that?”

His eyes are wide. “Was that…” His question trails off as I nod.

Both of his hands land on my stomach and his mouth splits into the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. His eyes mist over. “Come on, boy, do that again.” We both look down at my stomach, waiting for him to move again.

I’ve never felt something quite like that. Everyone always says that being pregnant is magical, and I’ve never really put much thought into it, but I now understand why they say it. I feel him move again and smile. My eyes water, and as much as I try to hold them in since we’re riding the subway with strangers, a few tears roll down my cheeks.

Camden tilts his head with a smile before grabbing my face and kissing me, no care in the world that we have an audience. “That was amazing,” he says against my lips.

“I know,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. I catch the eyes of a mom sitting near us with