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

It was fucking powerful and great, so don’t tell me you spaced out.” Noel’s eyes widen.

I chuckle. “I heard it, and you’re right, but I’m just… I don’t know what I am. I feel weird and sad and powerless. As if things were out of my control when, in reality, they aren’t. I have a choice.”

“What are you saying?” She leans forward on her chair and rests her chin on her hands, sitting closer to her tablet so I can clearly see the furrow of her eyebrows.

“That I do have choices in the matter, but I’m worried I’ll make the wrong one. I could move back to Virginia, ask my boss to put me back in my old position and be with Camden. Or, I can stay here, be somewhat selfish and let Camden be the one to uproot his life, and hope he gets a visa.” I swallow thickly and take a deep breath.

“Either way, one of us is making a sacrifice for the other and giving something up.”

Noel shakes her head as she speaks. “Ally, you need to change your mindset. This isn’t about sacrifice but about gaining something new, bigger than you ever imagined. Change always requires shifting our lives so we can open up to new opportunities and experiences. If we remain in the same routine, the same cycle, we can’t expect to live new things. They just don’t go hand in hand.” She sighs and leans back on her chair.

I give her a small smile, my eyes welling with tears. She’s right. Nodding, I unsuccessfully swallow back my emotions, and a few tears roll down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry,” she whispers.

“I’m not,” my voice tightens. “Okay,” I laugh between tears. “I am, but not because I’m sad. I already told you I’m emotional. I know you’re right. Thank you for helping me put things into perspective.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” She smiles widely. “Anyway, I’ll let you know if I find a flight that’s within my budget, and I’ll go visit. Berkeley is swamped at work, so we could make her jealous by sending her a ton of pics of us out and about in Madrid.” Noel laughs evilly.

“You’re terrible.” I shake my head, giggling. That’s just like Noel. One minute she’s a wisdom guru, and the next, she’s plotting how to make her best friend jealous.

“But you love me. Gotta go, babes. We’ll talk. Call or message me if you need another pep talk.” She winks and blows me a kiss.

“Thank you,” I say honestly. I was feeling like the world was crushing me before she called. Thank goodness for great friends.

After we end our call, I lean back on the couch, clutching my phone and grabbing my pros and cons list. Something still doesn’t feel right.

As if a light bulb’s been turned on, grabbing the pen, I begin scribbling a third option on the list.

- - - - -

A vibration stirs me from sleep. I try to shift, but my stomach won’t let me lie on my side as comfortably as I used to, especially on the sofa. I groan when my phone starts vibrating again and sit up, my lower back pulsing in pain. A soft sigh moves past my lips, and I answer the phone.

“Hey,” I smile.

“Hey, Kiwi. How are you? Were you sleeping?”

“No,” I lie.

Camden chuckles. “You wanna go back to sleep, and we’ll talk tomorrow?”

“No.” I shake my head even though he can hear me. “Let’s talk.” I clear my throat and lift my legs to the coffee table in front of me, dropping back into the couch cushions. Hearing his deep voice on the line soothes me and my doubts.

As Camden asks me how I’m feeling and how our son is doing, my heart melts. How can I live without him in my life? It’s impossible. Not now, when I’ve seen what a life with him could be like. Not when we’re going to have a child together. When we could be a family.

“I’m hoping I hear back from the consulate soon. It may be wishful thinking, but I’m going to do everything in my power to be by your side as soon as possible.”

“Cam…” I sigh.

“I promise, Kiwi,” he interrupts me. “I want to hold you, feel our son move, kiss you, make love to you…” he trails off, and my breath catches in the back of my throat. We haven’t said those three little words to each other, but I’m so irrevocably in love with him.

“You’ve given me a different purpose in my life, and I refuse to give that up now.” His words are stern and kind at the same time.

I wipe my cheek and smile. “I get what you mean. I feel the same way.” My free hand drops to my stomach, rubbing slow circles. I never imagined this to be my life, but I don’t want it any other way. I’ll take an unplanned pregnancy so long as I have Camden in my life.

“We’ll overcome this.” The promise in his voice shines a light on the situation I couldn’t see as anything other than impossible.

“We will,” I whisper. Just then, our baby kicks as if confirming that our wishes will come true. I hope so, baby boy.

“I know it’s late, so let’s video chat tomorrow,” Camden suggests after talking for a bit.

“Okay.” I hate hanging up with him. I hate going to sleep alone after sleeping in his arms.

I think of Noel’s advice about changing my mindset. I take a deep breath and focus on the positive and all I’m grateful for, starting with this man. If Camden were a different man, I’d be doing this on my own. I’m lucky to have his support.

“Goodnight, Kiwi.” His voice turns soft.

“Goodnight.” I end the call and get ready for bed, all the while telling myself that this baby and I will have his daddy in our lives. And until then, I have to continue living my life instead of locking myself up in my