Camille’s eyes as she slowly stirred as she moved in her sleep. She felt the heavy, warm pressure of arms wrapped securely around her waist. Still half-lost in sleep, she shifted closer to the warmth."Adrian...Did you miss Momma that much?"She mumbled, her voice sleepy."Good morning, Camille."The voice wasn't a child's. It was deep, groggy, and vibrated right against her spine.Camille’s eyes snapped open. The realization hit her like a bucket of ice water. She wasn't in her own bed, and the person holding her wasn't her son. She bolted upright, jerking out of the embrace so violently she almost fell off the mattress. She scrambled to her feet, standing several feet away from the bed, her breath coming in sharp, jagged gasps. Roderick remained lying there, squinting against the light, one arm draped over his eyes as he winced."What happened?" Camille demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and embarrassment. "Why am I here?"Roderick sat up slowly, rubbing his temples.
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