Eighteen

Cameron lay in bed that night staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, thinking about Ruby. She was just only three bedrooms away, about fifty feet down the hall wondering what she was up to.

She was probably asleep and not awake like he was unable to sleep. He wondered how she looked while she slept, what she loved to wear to bed; whether she was the type that went naked to bed or the one that went fully clothed.

He also wondered if he loved her room, the room he had designed originally for his late wife before she abandoned it. Aside from the furniture in the room, everything else was shiny, the green paint on the wall making it look like a forest come alive, and with the curtains and wallpaper that was on one wall of the room, everything from a Victorian décor magazine, one that was fit for a princess, and not a nanny.

But, he knew that she deserved to sleep there. She was amazing with his kids and they loved her from what he could tell. She was a really hard worker, and he kne