The Footballer's Designer Baby (A BWWM Pregnancy Romance) by Alexis Gold Page A

and forth for a moment and Cameron rubbed his face and then walked over to his sister and placed his hands on her shoulders.
     
    “Sis, don’t let her drive you nuts. She’s gone, okay?”
     
    “What the hell was she doing here, anyway?” Renee grumbled.
     
    “I guess she saw the photo in the paper and decided she wanted to stop me from making a mistake with a new woman. She decided that she wants to be my wife and have kids, and I shouldn’t be with anyone but her.”
     
    Renee leaned in closely and glared at the lipstick on his mouth and his open shirt and bare chest. “Did she talk you into it?” she snapped at him.
     
    “No, not at all. I’m actually pretty disgusted with her. I’m glad she’s gone, and I’m glad you stood up for me. Thanks for kicking her out, Sis, you’re the best.” He smiled at her and hugged her. She sighed in relief and smiled back at him.
     
    “Good. You deserve a lot better than that trash. Besides, you’ll be too busy for women in just a few more weeks, right?” She beamed up at him and he grinned back at her.
     
    “You betcha. Hey… you two didn’t run into any problems today did you? No press, no cameras, no publicity?”
     
    She smiled over her shoulder at him. “Nope, no problems at all. Your sister is a master at being incognito. I should have been a spy. I could have had my own theme music and everything. I don’t even know if the spa staff knew we were there.”
     
    She winked at him and gave him a hug. “I’m pretty wiped out now, all relaxed and lazy, so I want to go home. Have a good night, Cam. Love you.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek, hugged his neck, and then headed out of the house.
     
    Cameron watched her go and then realized that Delilah wasn’t around. He felt bad about what she’d walked into and thought he’d better talk to her. He walked down the hall toward her room and stopped in front of her door, but there was no light, it was dark underneath the door and he thought perhaps she had already gone to sleep.
     
    He raised his hand to knock on the door; he wanted to talk to her, to explain, but he looked again at the darkness and thought better of it, leaving her hallway to walk to his own bedroom for the night.
     
    Delilah was not asleep. She was sitting in her bathroom, crying. She knew she had no reason to cry, she was sure it was just another hormonal mess, but that didn’t explain the ache in her heart, and the pain she felt tear through her when she saw Cameron and the redhead holding each other and kissing.
     
    Her lipstick was on his mouth, his shirt was open and his chest was bare. She was sure they’d walked in on what might have been an overnighter for him, even if Renee didn’t like the woman.
     
    She hadn’t given it much thought, but she was just beginning to realize that she was probably cramping Cameron’s romantic style a bit. He might not be interested in having a girlfriend, but he probably had overnight guests from time to time, and her presence in the house had certainly snuffed out any possibility of that. Guilt on top of pain brought a flood of tears from her that lasted well into the night, until she finally calmed down somewhat and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
     
    She saw the two wine glasses there on the counter and knew that she had indeed interrupted something she should never have seen, and in that moment, she felt horrible, and she reminded herself that no matter how good Cameron had been to her, no matter what lengths he had gone to in taking care of her, she was still just a surrogate mother to his son.
     
    She was there for one reason, and one reason only, and she’d have to focus on that, and school, and forget that he had begun to creep into her heart and her thoughts, and forget that he had kissed her once. This was business, and she needed to get her head back in the game.
     
    In the days that followed, she spent most of her time in her office in the library, studying and