I googled what hotel Cameron was staying in. I know I shouldn't have, but after seven shots of vodka I somehow managed to make it here by Uber. It's at one of the fanciest hotels we've got downtown, only two miles from the stadium. I can feel the look of judgment as I stumble in and go up to the reception desk.

"Hi." I say stupidly as she narrows her eyes at me. "I'm here to see Cameron Holden."

Rolling her eyes, she sets her pen down and lets out a tiny laugh. "You and about twenty others, sweetheart. We can't give out his room information. It's confidential."

"Oh, you don't understand. I'm not a fan, I'm..." I trail off, unsure of what to call myself. "A friend." I finally say.

"A friend." She repeats, clearly not believing me. "Look, I don't want to have to call security. Either you leave or I'll take matters into my own hands. It's your choice."

What a bitch! She has no idea how much history Cameron and I have. I get that this is her job, but seriously? She can't even call him to verify?

Taking matters into my own hands, I open up the settings app on my iPhone and unblock his number. I hope it's still the same as I dial his contact. I'm too drunk to think about what I'm doing. I shouldn't be here, but I don't like how we ended things.

"Maddie?" He asks tiredly. I must have woken him up. "Why are you calling? What are you still doing up?"

"I came here to see you." I say defensively, a drunk hiccup coming out immediately afterwards. "I'm in the lobby of your hotel, but this bitch at reception thinks I'm a fucking fan."

"You're what?" He groans and I hear him get out of bed I think. "Are you drunk?"

"I need to talk to you after what happened earlier." I tell him, but I'm so drunk that I immediately start to cry again. I can't help it. I'm emotional. "I'm so sorry, Cameron. I'm sorry."

"Just stay right there." He says, and thankfully he doesn't sound angry. He sounds nothing like he was earlier. "I'll be there in a second, okay?"

I hang up my phone and tap my fingers on the desk, the receptionist hovering her hand over the fucking phone like I just made that entire conversation up. I can't stand her.

It's not until Cameron gets off the elevator to greet me that she seems regretful. She eyes the two of us, and finally she tries to give me an apology.

I ignore her and stare up at Cameron from him being so tall. He looks concerned when he sees me, or maybe he's upset still. I can't tell.

"Come on." He says, grabbing onto my wrist to lead me towards the elevator. He scans a card once we're in and presses a button for one of the top floors. I'm so close to him that I can smell his cologne, and fuck he smells good. He smells freshly showered.

The elevator doors open, and I gulp when I step off of it. We're in a huge private suite. There's a chandelier hanging in the foyer above us, huge floor to ceiling windows that overlook the city. I knew he was famous now, and I knew he had money, but never this much.

He walks into the living room and takes a seat onto the big wrap around leather couch, and I don't know what comes over me, but an overwhelming sensation of missing him seeps in. I'm just drunk, and I know I'm wasted, but I find myself crawling right onto his lap.

The breath hitches into his throat, but it seems like all the anger he has for me vanishes. He instantly relaxes, his hands coming around my waist to tug me closer towards him. There's so much fucked up between us. It's been so long since we've been this close. Since I've touched him.

"Maddie..." he sighs, but doesn't say anything after that. He just rubs my back, goosebumps rising onto my skin. "Why'd you show up here drunk?"

I pull away slightly to stare at his face. His beautiful, chiseled face. I grab his cheeks with my hands, stroking them gently with my thumbs. "I've never heard you yell at me like that..." I trail off, tugging on my bottom lip. "I hated it. I hate fighting with you."

"You think I enjoyed it?" He scoffs. "Maddie, what you did..."

"I know." I cry. "I hate myself for it. Nothing I did was okay, but you broke my fucking heart. I didn't want to keep her from you, not an ounce of me did, but telling you about her meant that I would have to talk to you, and it was too much. I couldn't see you with Katie, I couldn't..." I stop myself, realizing that I'm rambling. "I'm just so sorry. I'm drunk, I'm emotional, and I'm a fucking wreck."

He's not saying anything. He's just staring at me, panting heavily from how close we are. I stare at his lips for a good five seconds.

"We have a baby together." He whispers. "A beautiful little girl. She's fucking beautiful, Maddie."

"I know." I blink away tears, a tiny smile coming onto my face when I think of her. "She looks so much like you."

He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, smiling for the first time all night. "Look, we have a lot to talk about. Fighting isn't going to solve anything between us, and I know that now. I want to wait until you're sober though. I need you to remember everything when I explain myself."

"Explain yourself for what?"

"I want to wait until you're sober to tell you." He repeats. "Bottom line is I want the best thing for Isabelle. We can figure that out together in a civil way."

A sense of relief washes over me, and I'm not thinking when I straddle him. I'm not thinking clearly about anything. Everything is fuzzy. A complete blur.

"What are you doing?" He whispers, his eyes scanning over my face before they instinctively look at my breasts. I'd never tell him, but I wore this push up bra just for him. "You're drunk, Maddie, and I'm still mad as hell at you."

"Right." I clear my throat and sit back on his lap. "Sorry. I forgot about Katie. I'm an idiot."

Cam grabs my chin when I try to move off of his lap. "Katie isn't part of the picture anymore." He says. "I have a lot to explain to you, but again, I want to wait until you're sober, okay?"

"No more Katie?" I ask. "What happened?"

"It's a long story."

"Okay." I nod, assuming he'll tell me when I'm sober. This is the part where I should get off of his lap. I should go home, but his hands are wrapped around my waist to hold me in place. He clearly doesn't want me going anywhere, so why should I?

And he broke my heart. I shouldn't be giving him the time of day, right? I shouldn't be sitting in his lap like this, but I can't help it. I love him. I've always loved him. No matter how much he may have hurt me all those years ago.

So I kiss him without thinking, and I know it's impulsive. I know it's crazy and out of the blue, but I just can't help myself. I'm so proud of him after tonight. He's the father of my child, the love of my life, the guy I thought I was going to marry. Those feelings don't just disappear.

He clearly wants to kiss me too. He pulls me closer towards him on his lap, his hands running up to wrap into my hair. This kiss is filled with so much passion. We have a baby together, and despite him choosing Katie over me I know a part of him loves me still. He must.

"Oh, fuck." Cam moans, grasping onto my ass so that I grind against him. He's hard within seconds as I leave wet and sloppy kisses down his neck.

"Take this fucking shirt off." I giggle and help him strip. His chest looks just like it did on the Google images, but as my fingers travel over the defined eight pack I shake my head in disbelief.

"Maddie, wait." He pleads desperately and pulls away, panting and out of breath. "You're drunk, and we still have a lot to talk about. This isn't a good idea, but fuck." He inhales a sharp breath when I start to leave a hickey. "You feel so damn good."

"I know we have stuff to figure out." I whisper against his skin. "But I'm so hurt, and I've been so broken. I know I'm not your first choice, and I don't know what happened with Katie, but I missed you so much. I missed feeling like this. Like I'm wanted."

He sighs and puts his head back against the couch, bringing his fingers up to trace the outline of my lips. "I hate that I made you feel that way." He says. "You are far from unwanted, Maddie. You were never unwanted."

"Yeah?"

He nods and places a kiss to my shoulder. "And that's exactly why we're not going to sleep together tonight. You are so wanted, but far more wanted than a night of drunk sex. We have a lot to figure out, but right now Isabelle needs to be our number one priority. Throwing sex into this is just going to make things more complicated than they need to be, and I don't want that for her."

"Me either." I agree. "I want her to have her daddy in her life. She needs you."

"A daddy..." he chuckles. "I still can't believe it."

"I can't believe I'm a mom sometimes still."

He kisses my shoulder again, then kisses my neck. "The mother of my child..." he trails off. "She's so beautiful. Just like you."

We're actually getting along, which is something I never thought would happen so soon. Granted, we haven't discussed everything in depth that we need to, and whenever that does happen I'm assuming it will result in another fight. For right now this is nice though. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.

"If you don't want this to result in sex tonight then I suggest you stop kissing me like that." I giggle.

"Mmm... you're right." He hums. "Sorry. I just missed you, Maddie. It's been so long."

It was his fault. He's the reason it's been so long. If he hadn't chosen Katie then we would probably be married by now. We would have raised Izzy together.

The anger bubbles up inside of me, but I don't want to get into another fight. Instead I get off of his lap and stand to my feet. "I think I need to go to sleep." I tell him. "I'm not feeling so well."

"Right." He clears his throat. "Uh, you can sleep here if you want. Is Isabelle with your mom for the night?"

I nod.

"Okay. You can take the bed and I'll take the couch?"

I roll my eyes. "Cameron, you can share the bed with me."

"Are you sure?" He asks.

Grabbing onto his hand, I tug him up beside me and lead the way to the bedroom, which is directly behind the big leather couch. "If we can't control ourselves in a king sized bed then I think we have a problem."