Cambry nodded. "Normally it wouldn't be, but I just stopped taking my birth control about a month ago and I've been so used to not having to worry about it."
Brooks climbed out of the bed and began to pull his clothes on. "I'll drive you over."
She looked at him, grateful that he immediately stepped up to help her. "You don't have to do that," she said. "I can just walk."
He shook his head. "Nonsense. I have a car and it's here. There's no point in you walking."
"Thank you," she replied.
Once they were dressed, they left the apartment and Brooks drove her to a nearby pharmacy. After she got the pill, he asked, "Since we're out, would you like to grab some breakfast?"
"Sure, that would be great," she replied.
They went to a local breakfast diner that was known for its pancakes. Cambry expected there to be tension in between them, or at the very least awkwardness, but Brooks didn't seem to be bothered at all by the situation. Instead, he had stepped up to help her take care of everything and she was incredibly impressed. "Thank you for your help this morning," she said after they had told the waitress their order.
Brooks took a sip of coffee before replying. "It's not a problem. We did this together, I figured we should help solve it together."
"Well I certainly appreciate it," Cambry told him. "Not every man would have been willing to help."
"Then that's not a man," Brooks said, flashing her a smile. "It is my belief that you see everything through, whether you want to or not. I'm not saying I didn't want to help with this, but there are times when I don't want to have to deal with something, but I still do. That's just how I was raised."
"Your father must be proud of you, if that's how you see life," Cambry told him. The waitress returned and placed their food before them.
Brooks shrugged. "I don't know about that. My parents and I have an odd relationship."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Cambry said after swallowing the bite of food she'd had in her mouth.
"Thanks," Brooks replied. "So, do you know how effective that pill is?"
Cambry pursed her lips, thinking about the numbers she had floating around in her head. "I've heard it's something like eighty-five percent effective, or somewhere around there, but I'm not one-hundred percent sure."
He nodded. "Well, I guess we can only wait and see where you fit in."
After they'd eaten, Brooks dropped her back off at her apartment. "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asked as they stood at her door.
"Yes," Cambry nodded. "I'd love that."
Smiling, Brooks pressed his lips against hers before we walked away. As Cambry's stomach fluttered with nerves, she prepared herself to go inside her apartment and tell Jenae about everything that had happened.
Chapter 4
Six weeks later, Cambry sat at the table at Brooks' parent’s house. He sat next to her and his mother sat across from him. On Brooks left side, his father sat at the head of the table. Dinner had just been set on the table and they were preparing to eat. Brooks plan was to tell his parents that evening that Cambry was pregnant with his child and that they had decided to get married.
He knew his parents wouldn't be thrilled, especially since they had hoped he would marry their business partner's daughter, Ashley, but he didn't care. Even though it had only been a little more than a month he knew he was in love with Cambry and since they were going to be having a baby he figured they might as well get married.
Cambry and Brooks had discussed this ahead of time. He told her he would do most of the talking, but that she was welcome to jump in if she wanted or needed. As she dug into her chicken and rice, Brooks mom, Connie, began talking. "It's so lovely to meet you, Cambry," she said. "Of course I'd heard him talk about you, but I didn't realize how serious you two were until he mentioned bringing you to dinner."
Smiling, Cambry replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Brooks speaks only positively about you." Inwardly she sighed, hoping that Connie and her husband Benjamin would take the news well.
While they ate, Benjamin opened a bottle of wine and poured some into each of their glasses. When he reached Cambry's, she held her hand up. "I'd actually rather have water," she told him politely.
"Oh, of course," he said, sitting. She poured herself some water from the pitcher on the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Connie staring at her and wondered if her soon-to-be mother-in-law was guessing the reason that Cambry had turned down the wine.
She chose not to meet her eye, but instead kept her eyes on the food in front of her. Connie waited until Cambry had taken a bite before she said, "I was going to have our chef cook some fish tonight, but then Benjamin decided he'd rather have this dish. It's one of his favorites. Do you eat fish, Cambry?"