Chapter 114 114: The Calm Before Us
Cam snorted. "Please. If I wanted to judge you two, I'd bring popcorn."
Baby chuckled softly and turned back to the pot on the stove, stirring the pasta.
"Well, since you're here," he said cautiously, "you might as well stay for dinner."
Cam leaned over the counter, peering into the pot.
"That depends."
"On what?" Baby asked.
Cam sniffed dramatically.
"On whether this smells like actual food… or the aftermath of whatever chaos you two were doing in here before I arrived."
Baby choked slightly on air.
Saint coughed into his fist, trying—and failing—to hide a grin.
"Cam," Baby muttered, ears turning red.
Cam's eyes narrowed immediately.
"Oh my God."
He slowly looked from Baby… to Saint… then back again.
"You were."
Saint raised both hands in surrender. "No comment."
Cam groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
"You two get back together for what? Five minutes? And you turn the kitchen into a romance novel."
Baby rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile.
"Are you staying or not?" he asked.
Cam sighed dramatically before pulling out a chair.
"I guess I'll stay," he said, settling in. "Someone has to make sure you don't poison yourselves."
Saint leaned against the counter beside Baby, lowering his voice slightly.
"Told you he wasn't mad."
Baby bumped his shoulder against Saint's.
"Don't get cocky."
Across the kitchen, Cam watched them quietly for a moment.
Then he smiled to himself.
Yeah.
Things were finally back to normal.
After the bickering during dinner, they were settled in the living room, discussing their trip and the upcoming championship.
Everything was going smoothly; Cam even laughed at a joke Saint told.
"This is really good," Cam said, smiling at Baby beside him on the floor.
Baby smiled, tilting his head back to look up at Saint, whom he was sitting between his legs.
Saint's eyes softened immediately. "Yeah... I love this." He murmured, massaging the sides of Baby's hair.
"Aww," Cam cooed. "Look at you two grown men acting like teenagers. It's fun to watch, really." He teased.
"Jealous?" Saint asked with a smirk.
Cam snorted. "Please. I'm just happy for you two... I just hope this isn't the calm before the great, mighty storm." He winked at them.
"Bla, bla, bla. You reek of jealousy—"
"Come on, I don't mean to jinx you guys, but it happens in almost every love story. Just when the couple thinks they have it all figured out, something huge happens on some special day or whatever happens in those lame movies," Cam waved his hands around, shrugging.
Baby narrowed his eyes at Cam. "Unless there is some mischief you're cooking, then no. Saint and I have passed that level; nothing can come between us now. Right, baby?" He tilted his head again, looking into Saint's eyes.
Saint suddenly blinked away from Baby's gaze for a second before smiling reassuringly.
"Cam is jealous. Think we should find him some good dick?" He asked in conspiracy.
"Definitely, he needs some—"
"Whoa, whoa, you two. Hold onto your wigs, girls. I support you two, but I never said I wanted to swing like you two. I'm good, really," Cam laughed awkwardly.
"Mm, that's what we thought, too. That we were good," Baby gave Cam a tight smile. "Don't you worry. When you find that right man, he'll sweep you off your feet and bend you over just like you'd love it." He wiggled his brows.
Cam sighed. "You know what?" He stood, rolling his eyes.
"You two could have just said you needed some privacy instead of bringing up conversations that grate my nerves. Thanks for the dinner, now proceed to bending each other over—"
"Um, it's just him doing the bending... no complaints," Baby winked.
"No complaints, either," Saint agreed, leaning to press a kiss on Baby's head.
"Retards. I'm out of here..." Cam scoffed and turned away. "I love you, Baby. Just make sure you two don't hurt each other like the last time. It sucked." He paused at the door and smiled back at them.
"See you guys around," he said and left.
The moment Cam left the apartment, Baby faced Saint, his eyes stern. "So?" he asked.
Saint slowly raised his brow. "So?" He tilted his head.
Baby scoffed. "When he mentioned we were like the calm before the storm... I sensed your emotions shift, and if I wasn't mistaken, you avoided eye contact..." he propped himself on his knees, lifting himself to come face to face with Saint.
His blue eyes searched Saint's grey ones, a small amount of tears building in the corners of his eyes. "Babe, if our time apart has taught me anything, it's how to pick the bad signals. And right now, you're giving off a whole lot of unwanted signals. What is it? What are you hiding from me?" He asked softly, cupping Saint's cheek with his hands.
"Please, tell me now, I promise we'll find a way around it, we always do. I can't lose you again, Saint... It's suicide." He whispered shakily.
Saint's arms went around Baby in a slow wrap, pulling him in for a hug as he buried his face on Baby's neck.
"I'm sorry, my love..." he whispered.
Baby tensed for a second before he shuddered and dragged air into his tightening lungs.
He knew there was something, and he wasn't kidding when he told Saint it would be suicide to leave him.
He'd tasted the life that was just filled with goals and career, and it sucked... real bad. Saint was his life's force. Call him obsessed, possessive... stupid.
He didn't care.
All he wants for a better life is Saint, no matter if the heavens were closing in on them, it'd be Saint he'd be holding till his last breath.
He loved Saint.
"It's alright, baby. Just tell me. Did you kill a person? Need to hide the body? I hope it's Sloane's body, she's becoming a pain," he smiled, patting Saint's hair.
Saint's low laughter vibrated through his chest, his arms tightening around Baby.