Cammy woke up later than usual as she stretched under the cozy blanket. It wasn’t just the food coma from last night’s feast that had her sleeping in—she’d officially taken the day off from the orphanage to pick up Dylan and Grace from the airport. A rare, well-deserved break.
She yawned and blinked groggily, only to be t with the warm aroma of coffee and the sight of her husband sitting nearby, already dressed and looking far too fresh for soone who clearly had been up for hours.
"Good morning, wife," Greg greeted, his voice rich with affection as he held a steaming cup in one hand and scrolled through his laptop with the other.
Cammy rubbed her eyes and smiled. "You’re up early."
"I had a mission," he said, closing his laptop with a dramatic flair. He swapped the coffee for a wooden tray he’d kept hidden until just the right mont. "Ta-da! Breakfast in bed for the queen."
Cammy’s eyes widened at the spread—fluffy French toast dusted with powdered sugar, a colorful fruit salad, scrambled eggs with herbs, juicy Hungarian sausages, and a tall glass of fresh orange juice.
"Wow, this is a lot," she laughed, sitting up and fluffing her pillow behind her back. "I don’t think I’ve even digested last night’s dinner yet."
Greg placed the tray gently on her lap, feigning a dramatic pout. "Exactly! You gorged on Ric’s cooking and Sister Olivia’s desserts, then went to bed without saying goodnight to your very loving husband."
Cammy chuckled, eyes twinkling. "Wait... is that jealousy I hear? Over food?"
Greg crossed his arms in mock offense. "Absolutely. I was left starving for attention!"
That sent Cammy into a giggle. "Alright, alright, don’t pout. You are the love of my life, and in your honor, I will eat every bite of this feast." She took the glass of juice and held it up like a toast. "Cheers to you and my rapidly expanding appetite."
Greg laughed, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear. "You are eating for two, rember? So technically, it’s a noble cause."
Cammy took a bite of toast and sighed happily. "If this is what every day off feels like, I might take a few more."
Greg grinned. "As long as they start with and end with dessert, I’ll allow it."
"I have to tell you sothing very important," Cammy said, almost too casually, as she took a slow bite of her toast.
Greg narrowed his eyes, already sensing sothing serious was coming. "You’re not divorcing , are you?" he asked with a half-joking, half-worried tone.
Cammy let out a light laugh and gave him a playful nudge to the chest. "Don’t be ridiculous! No. It’s about Duncan."
Greg’s expression imdiately shifted, the humor draining from his face. "I don’t think I’m going to like this."
Cammy set her fork down and turned to him with a softer tone. "Hear out first. And... I need to apologize for not telling you right away. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but after talking to Dylan yesterday, everything just clicked. I finally made up my mind. I even asked Grace to keep it from you until I had the chance to explain it myself."
Greg raised an eyebrow and placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "You’re really dragging this out, love. Just say it—you’re making nervous."
Cammy inhaled, then said calmly, "I’ve decided to drop the charges against Duncan."
Greg didn’t answer right away. His jaw tensed slightly, and he leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds as he took in a slow breath... then another. Last night, he’d just told Grace to reject Annie’s plea. He’d made up his mind too—but Cammy was the one who lived through the trauma.
’She must have a good reason,’ he told himself. He looked at her, eyes searching, then finally asked, "Why?"
Cammy t his gaze with quiet strength. "Because I don’t want to live carrying that burden anymore. I want to be free of him, not tied to him through courtrooms and revenge. I want our baby to grow up in a ho that chooses peace—even if the world around us doesn’t always give it."
"I also don’t want Dylan to grow up as the son of a convict," Cammy said gently, her eyes flickering with both pain and hope. "I don’t want him visiting his father in prison every ti he wants to see him.
That’s not the childhood I want for him. I want my son to have a normal life—a good life. One that isn’t built on anger or resentnt, but on love and peace. I want his heart to stay soft... not hardened by the choices of the adults around him."
Greg’s features slowly softened, his earlier tension lting into quiet understanding. No, he didn’t like the idea of Duncan walking free, not after everything, but this wasn’t about what he wanted. This was about the woman he loved, the life they were building, and the kind of world they hoped to create for the children they were raising.
In front of him was Cammy—strong, wise, and full of grace. She could have chosen vengeance. Instead, she chose healing.
He reached across the tray and gently squeezed her hand. "Then I’ll stand by your side. Let’s have Grace prepare so solid terms and conditions—clear boundaries. That way, we all get peace, without leaving anything to chance."
Cammy gave him a grateful smile and nodded. "Thank you."
With that, she polished off the rest of her breakfast with newfound energy. As soon as the tray was cleared, she practically bounced out of bed, a sparkle in her eyes.
She was about to see Dylan again. After so many months apart, the thought alone was enough to send a wave of joy through her entire body.
Greg watched her dash toward the closet with excitent and a wide grin on her face, muttering sothing about picking the perfect outfit. He shook his head with a fond smile, thinking to himself, ’She really is the heart of this ho.’
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