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Billie rogers│chicago’s finest
july 19th, 2012]

“Are your parents still in town?” Jack and I were laying in bed, in my apartment, his fingers lightly tracing circles on my exposed stomach.

“Yes, they’re staying with my brother before heading back to California.” I shifted slightly, making myself more comfortable as I leant my head on his shoulder.

“So, you will be seeing them again?”

I nodded and turned to look at Jack. “Yeah, why?”

He shrugged, his fingers stopping still on my stomach. “Just wondering,” His fingers went back to drawing circles and I frowned as I tried to work out why he wanted to know about my parents. It’s not as if they were special and he wanted to meet them.

And that’s when it hit me. Turning around so I was on my stomach, I leant up on my elbows. “You want to meet my dad, don’t you?”

He blushed and began to get all defensive. “No, why would I? I’m not expecting you to introduce me to him. Why would you think that?”

I laughed at how cute he looked. “Calm down. If you want me to introduce you, I will. I’ll ask him to pick me up from work one day and make sure we ‘bump’ into you. How does that sound?”

He sighed. “I feel like I’m using you.”

I laughed again, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry about it. I understand why you would want to meet him. I mean, he’s a great man as well as a great surgeon.” Sitting up, I swung my legs off the bed. “Do you want a drink?”

“Coffee please.” I nodded and I walked into the kitchen, turning the coffee maker on whilst getting myself a bottle of water. I was interrupted mid sip as a phone began to ring. Realising it wasn’t my phone, I picked up Jack’s which was sitting on the side. Glancing at the screen, my heart dropped a little when I saw the name on the screen.
Camilla.

Picking it up, I walked into the bedroom and held it out towards Jack, who leant over and took it.

“It’s Camilla.” The look he gave me made me realise that he knew I was upset. Shaking my head, I walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with Jack’s coffee. As he walked out of my room, sluggishly, I pushed it towards him.

“I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “Don’t be. She’s bound to phone you, she is your girlfriend.”

He sighed. “I know but still, for what it’s worth, I am sorry.”

“If you were that sorry, you’d break up with her. But you haven’t.”

He groaned in annoyance. We’d had this conversation a few times already. “It’s not as easy as you make it out to be. She’s gonna be upset.”

“And it’s okay that I’m upset? At least we know where your preferences lie!” He tried to grab my arm but I avoided him, walking towards the sofa.

“Babe, please let’s not do this. I’m going to break it off with her, you know that.”

“Do I?” I turned to him. “Do I really know that?”

I sat down on the sofa and stared out of the window, which looked over Chicago. Sitting down beside me, Jack took my hands.

“I want you. I haven’t seen Camilla in 3 weeks, aside from being in work. And do you know why?” I shook my head. “Because I’ve been here with you, I want you.”

I continued to look out of the window until my head was turned gently. Closing my eyes, when I opened them, I was looking into Jack’s blue ones.

“Do you believe me, now?” I nodded.

“Yeah,” He smiled and kissed me, heatedly.

“Good. Now, I’m gonna make breakfast, so what do you fancy?”

Smiling, I leant back on the sofa and watched him walk into the kitchen. “Blueberry pancakes.” 

“Coming up.” I smiled as I noticed how at home he looked in my kitchen, in sweats and t-shirt, with his hair unkempt and stubble appearing on his handsome face. I could definitely get used to it. But Camilla was a problem and a big one at that.

For now I could handle it, but she needed to be out of the picture.

Or Jack being in my kitchen, or in my apartment for that matter, would be a thing of the past.
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