Cameron’s voice breaks through the deafening silence that has suddenly fallen around me. “Is it true?”

I meet his cold gaze and square my shoulders. “Yes,” I choke out, barely keeping my weary emotions at bay. Cameron and I aren’t together anymore, so what does it matter now? “It was my senior year of high school.”

Hannah stands and jumps over the back of the booth. She comes to my side and in this moment I can’t be more grateful for her support. She already knows everything, so this is of no surprise to her.

I hand Ari over to Hannah. “Please take her to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Hannah walks away and Ari waves at Cam from over Hannah’s shoulder. “Bye Cam. Wuv you.”

Cameron waves. “Bye Princess. I love you too,” he whispers. My heart sputters and I feel the ache deep within my bones. Minutes pass and they feel like hours. My stomach is in knots and this has proven to be too much to deal with a second time. So I make a choice - now that’s out in the open, I can let it go and leave the shame, and indignity that I’ve carried for so long in the past, where it belongs.

“How old is she?” Kyle asks abruptly.

“Two and a half,” I reply.

He thinks on it for a minute, and I can hear him trying to figure it out. “But that means…”

“She was born eight weeks early, in July 2012.”

He swallows hard, recalculating it in his head. “She’s mine,” he states with a shaky voice. “Fuck me, she’s mine.”

I nod, “Yes.”

Kyle starts to speak but I beat him to it. “I forgive you,” I tell Kimber. “I know why you did it.”

“Did what?”

“Recorded that video of me and Kyle. I know why you did it. And I forgive you.” Her face drops, realization making it’s way into her eyes.

Having had enough of this conversation, I turn my back on them and walk out the diner quickly, fumbling with my keys when I get to my car. Hannah is leaning against the back passenger door, holding Ari.

“Hayley!” I don’t need to turn around to know its Cameron. I could be a deaf mute and still know that voice. Without looking at Hannah, I ask her to get Ari into her car seat. I keep my back to Cameron, hoping he’ll get the hint that I don’t want to talk.

“You lied to me,” he says angrily. “You told me Ari’s father wasn’t in the picture. Why?” He’s talking about Kyle, which I find odd considering what he’s just found out about my past.

I spin around and my words come out rushed, thick with indignation. “I told you he wasn’t in the picture, and he isn’t.”

“You didn’t tell me he has no fucking idea that she even exists!” he snaps.

I step closer, until his heaving chest brushes against mine. “It was never about you. It was about Ari, and protecting het from my past, and my mistakes. I wish I could tell you that I regret not telling you, but I don’t. And what does it matter to you now anyway? You’ve clearly moved on.”

Cameron’s jaw does that ticking thing again and he knits his brows in what I can only interpret as confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Rachel. She told me you started calling her after your dad died, which is why you never responded to my calls or texts.”

Cameron’s face twists as rage creeps across his stoic features. “She said what?”

I sigh. “I’m tired Cameron, and I need to get Ari home. I really think you need to talk to Rachel about this.”

“But I’m asking you, Buttercup.” Cameron recognizes his mistake, calling me Buttercup, but his tone is soft and takes on a hint of that caressing quality that still makes my insides go all gooey.

“Why is it so important?”

“Because I fucking miss you, and I’m trying to figure all this shit out. I wanted to talk to you after dad’s memorial service, but you couldn’t get away from me fast enough.”

“I miss you too,” I whisper, looking down. “But I can’t do this right now, Cam. Please. I’ve had as much as I can handle for one night.”

Cameron’s hand comes up, as if to touch me, but he thinks better of it. It feels too awkward with him, too unnatural after everything that has transpired between us. His shoulders sag and he rubs his nape. “Okay.”

Our eyes stay locked for a second, and it’s long enough for me to catch the silent hope that sparks in the depths of his irises. He backs away so that I can get into my car. Hannah is in the passenger seat and by now I know it means wherever I’m going, she’s going too. I look out my window one last time, and see that Cameron has already disappeared. I start the car and pull out of the parking lot, heading home, even though Ari and I haven’t eaten yet. But all I’m thinking about is what’s going through Cameron’s mind after finding out about my history, and if it would stop him from giving us another try. Do I want us to try again?

* * *

I stir from my restless sleep and hear Ari’s giggles travel up the stairs. “Should we wake your mommy up?” I hear Hannah ask. She opens my door, and peeks inside.

“Wake up, mommy!” Ari chimes. Hannah tosses her onto the bed and she laughs as she crawls over to me. I sit up and Ari falls into my lap.

“Has aunty Hannah been giving you sugar all morning?” I tease, tickling Ari’s ribs gently. She wiggles around and flops onto her side. Hannah takes a seat on the edge of my bed. “I made waffles for breakfast,” she says, watching Ari and me with an amused expression.

“Ah,” I laugh. “That explains it.”

Hannah clears her throat. “Are you okay? After last night?”

“I think so,” I reply honestly. “It’s strange, because I feel relieved now that Cameron knows.”

“What are you going to do now that Kyle knows?”

I sigh. “Nothing. I don’t want anything from him, and I don’t expect him to ‘claim’ Ari. If he wants to be part of her life, I have no right to stop him.”

Hannah rests her chin in her palm. “Last night was a catastrophe.”

“What were you guys doing there anyway?” I ask curiously.

“We planned a party for Cameron’s birthday in a weeks time, but he cancelled it and decided he didn’t want to celebrate his birthday this year. Somehow Noah convinced him to at least do something and he agreed to having dinner at the diner.”

I hesitate before asking, “And Rachel really wasn’t invited?”

Hannah shakes her head. “Hell no! And neither was Psycho Barbie. They invited themselves and I don’t think Cameron cared enough to say no. Rachel has been bugging Cam a lot, though. She hasn’t stopped calling him. I know it’s been driving him nuts.”

“Wait, what? Rachel has been calling Cam?”

“Yes! Like non-stop, on-the-verge-of-stalking. Why?”

“Rachel told me he called her, after his dad died.”

Hannah’s manicured brows furrow. “That lying bitch! I knew she was up to something!”

I contemplate telling Hannah about Rachel’s threat. It’s not like she can follow through with it anymore. “She threatened me,” I blurt out. “When we were at the memorial service. She cornered me in the bathroom afterwards and threatened to tell Cameron about the video if I didn’t leave him alone.”

“What?” Hannah half yells, her eyes bulging out of their sockets. Her face reddens. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrug, feeling foolish. “Because I was hurting, okay? I thought if I kept quiet I would be able to forget it ever happened and move on from Cameron.”

“You know,” Hannah sighs. “For a smart girl, you’re really quite stupid, Hayley.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, disgruntled.

“We both know moving on from Cameron isn’t a possibility. You’re in love with him.”

My mouth opens, a denial formed on the edge of my tongue. Only, I can’t deny it. “He doesn’t feel the same way,” I say quietly. “So it doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“That’s complete rubbish and we both know it. That boy is not only smitten with you, but with your daughter too.”

“Then why did he tell me to leave the day his dad died? And why has he ignored all my texts and calls?” I mentally kick myself in the stomach for sounding so pathetic. I’m whining, like the clingy girls I used to make fun of.

Hannah’s face softens and she rests her hand on my knee. “He needed time, Hayley. He was so full of anger and guilt over the death of his dad and he pushed you away top protect you.”

“Protect me?”

“Yes.”

“Then why was he with Rachel?”

“She only wanted you to think he was with her, because she’s a jealous psycho stalker bi…” her words trail off when she remembers that Ari is still here and is at the stage where she repeats everything she hears. “I know for a fact that he wasn’t with her, because Noah stayed with him after his dad died, and aside from drinking himself stupid at home, he didn’t go anywhere or see anyone.”

I cover my face with a groan. What a mess. I feel stupid for believing Rachel, but even more so for not listening to Cameron when he wanted to talk to me weeks ago.

I’m about to tell Hannah as much when we hear a knock at the door. I listen as my grandmother opens the door.

“You have some nerve showing up here,” she says to whoever is at the door. At first I think it’s Cameron, but I know Gama will never speak to him that way. She likes him too much. Frowning, I slip my robe over my shoulders and head for the stairs, curios to know who my grandmother is snapping at. Hannah picks Ari up and follows behind me. When I see Kyle standing in the entryway, my step falters and I almost trip my way down the rest of the stairs.