Page 148 of The Forever Vault

“The first name was always going to be Dutch, so I said I had to pick the middle name.”

“And you picked my name? Why not a family name?”

“You are family, Cam.”

I cried some more, took a few photos, marveled that the little guy knew where to find milk already without making a joke about Erika’s boobs being the largest they had ever been - she pointed that out, not me - and said my goodbyes. It had been more than a long day, and I still had two event finals later. Luckily, they were in the evening.

Despite needing a shower, washing my hands would have to suffice for now. After changing out of the scrubs and into my street clothes, I made my way into the waiting room to deliver the good news. Luke went to wake up Austin, Orion and Erika’s parents for me, so it was another hour before Luke and I were able to get out of there since everyone wanted all the details. A nurse came out to tell us that Erika was being transferred to a more homey location where more people could visit her, and didn’t need to change their clothes.

With the news of her progress, it didn’t take much to convince Luke to take me to the hotel. I was pretty sure Woodward would understand why I hadn’t kept an eye on Ezra or Miles today. They were likely already asleep and if they somehow did something wrong tonight, Woodward could be mad at them, and not me. I wasn’t going to miss Johan’s birth to babysit an immature new adult that couldn’t take the responsibility of being an Olympic athlete seriously.

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Lucas

I hated to wake him up. He fell asleep twice in my arms in the shower at three-thirty this morning. But he needed to eat something to get his strength back up, and it couldn’t be an hour before competition. I knew Declan and Ty’s parents were either in town or arriving shortly, so I invited them out with us.

“Hey, babe.” I shook his shoulder gently. “You need to get something to eat.”

Cam grunted and rolled over, the comforter falling away to reveal his muscular back and just the top of his two perfect buns.

“Hey!” I traced a finger down his spine and poked downward into his buttcrack.

“You’ll have more luck with your tongue,” Cam mumbled into the pillow.

I smiled, then ripped the covers off him completely.

“You fucker!”

I backed away from the bed, expecting the attack before it happened. Cam landed nowhere near me, but had me in a bear hug soon after his leap from the bed.

“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure you’re nutritionally satisfied before you compete on the world’s stage.” Not that I was against a muscular naked man squeezing me in his arms.

“What are you gonna feed me, tiger?”

“Uh…grilled chicken breast, rice and some vegetables.”

Cam let me go. “That’s not where I thought this was going.”

“We don’t have time for me to dump a load down your throat, dear. We’re expecting company.”

Cam grabbed the bedsheet and draped it around his body like a ballgown. “Oh, but what shall I wear? My pearls are out at the cleaners, and my black leather loincloth is at the repair shop. Remember? I busted out of it last time.”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You were being crass, so I decided to be high society.”

“I forgot tired Cam was a handful.”

“A handful?!”

I ignored his mock outrage. “And I don’t think high society would accept a bedsheet as appropriate attire, even with an ass as delectable as yours peeking out the back.”

“Speaking of my ass peeking out the back, am I invited to your next Andrew Christian photoshoot, or did they only want me for the one?” Cam dropped the sheet and went over to my clothes.

I shrugged. “I can ask. You hit it off with the photographer, and the social media response was great. I don’t see why he wouldn’t have you back.”

“That reminds me. We never did discuss starting an OnlyFans,” Cam said, pulling out a pair of black see-through mesh briefs.