Cameron didn't bother telling her though. She was irritated and it'd be impossible to talk over her being all annoyed. He ran his fingers through his hair and smoothed it back down from its ridiculously fluffed out state, setting his hands down again when she left the room. When he was sure she wasn't coming back, he stood and kicked the wooden chair down angrily, crossing the room and throwing open the patio door.
Ava stalks out of the hotel, glaring venomously at anyone she passes. Walking down one of the paths, she tries to calm herself down but she’s still fuming. A box! That was all he found, a fucking box. Of course he reaction would be anger instead of just acting like a fucking adult and asking her about it. Seriously, why would a thought like that even cross his mind? They’re always careful and if she ever did find out she was pregnant, there is no way she’d be calm about it. She’d be completely flipping out and if he reaction was anger then she’d only flip out more. Swearing loudly a few times, she delivers a harsh kick to the nearest tree.
Cameron leaned on the frame and inhaled shakily, his dark eyes slitted angrily. He was tempted to throw or stab or shoot something at this very moment. The movement of a gun against his shoulder would be more than pleasant at this very moment. He crossed the room and grabbed up his phone, tapping out the search for snoring relief as angrily as he could, before typing in shooting ranges into maps. He grabbed his wallet and stormed out of the room, walking the opposite way she did to get to the range, which was only a few minute's walk.
Once he got there he got a rifle that looked nice and meaty, accepting ear protection and goggles. He kneeled down near the counter and aimed, calming his heart and angry head, shooting the gun and landing it directly on the chest target. The movement on the gun was satisfying as hell, as well as the loud noise.
Ava just keeps walking, paying absolutely no attention to where she’s going. For the first few minutes there’s just a lot of swearing but then she pulls out her phone and starts searching for flights. If there’s nothing then she’ll just put her private jet into use. All she knows is that if she has to see Cameron right now she’ll probably deck him. Not great thoughts to have about her fiancé but she wells as though it’s well deserved.
Cameron gripped the gun hard in his hands, but he was careful not to crack it anywhere. He'd probably have to pay for it, and he probably shouldn't do that. He kept shooting the gun, but unfortunately it wasn't as therapeutic as he expected. He finished in about half an hour, standing and paying for the time before leaving. He'd probably just go home and talk to his dad. He pulled out his phone and called the pilot for the jet when he got back to the room, sighing at the food and putting it in a few boxes. He had his things packed in a few minutes, made sure everything was packed and told the hotel they didn't want the room anymore. It was her problem for walking out on him. He boarded the jet and told them to take him home.
Ava has to stop walking after awhile, having grown dizzy. She takes a seat on a bench and sighs. There’s a flight in half an hour. It won’t be taking her back to Cameron’s dad’s house, it’ll be taking her back to America. She’s already arranged for someone to pick up Kreja and take him to the private jet so he can join her. She books a first class ticket before shutting off her phone and leans heavily agains the metal back of the bench. It takes her awhile but she does end up cancelling the ticket. This is ridiculous. She’ll pack her shit and then go to pick up Kreja herself. If Cameron begs for forgiveness when she sees him then she’ll consider not telling him to fuck off. She fumes for a few more minutes before heading back to the hotel. It’s gotten hot and she’s still dizzy so that’s fun. Once she’s there, she packs up all of her things and leaves, sending a message to her pilot.
Cameron was back home before he knew it, and walking into the house. He was greeted by his father, only to tell him that he needed to talk. He pushed the dogs back and took off his shoes in front of the door, following his father into the living room and sighing. He started with his father to the very beginning. He hadn't even told his own dad about his previous relationship. He had just said that it didn't work out. But he told him everything about the cheating and the arguing and losing his son and feeling crushed about it for years. His father was silent as he explained everything, taking most of his time. At one point Zore had joined him on his lap and started to lick his face of his tears, which had started to fall without him realizing it.
Ava arrives at the airport mere minutes after the jet returns. She drops her backs down, flops into the nearest chair, and waits. The trip is less than smooth and she has to get up and throw up every few minutes. Her mood is even worse by the time she’s leaving the plane. Entering the house, she completely ignores everyone and heads straight upstairs. She pulls out a large suitcase for herself and a smaller one for Kreja before she starts to quickly and quietly pack. Some space should do them some good. Maybe after a week or so with her family, she’ll come back. Kreja trots hesitantly into the bedroom, looking very confused.
Rose bumbled after Kreja, her small tail wagging, but there was a puppy missing. Zore was whimpering softly up at Cameron as he leaned back, trying to control himself but failing. Lachlan's jaw was set as he listened, sighing softly and biting his lip.
"Я хотел бы попытаться двигаться дальше, но я не могу," Cameron finally murmured past the kisses and faint sobs that were trying to break through. "Я не могу заставить себя сказать ей, либо. Я был в депрессии, когда возникла проблема, что Кормак на самом деле не был моим сыном."
Ava smiles slightly at the sight of two of her pups. “Hey, babies.” Sighing, she presses a kiss to both of their heads. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Mommy just needs to go home for a bit.” She knows that the dogs can understand her but she feels better telling them what’s going on. Turning back to the suitcases, she adds some more clothes for herself and some supplies for the dogs. She adds things for Rose and Zore in the hopes that she’ll be able to take them with her. It’s unlikely but it’s worth a shot. Once the suitcases are packed, she zips them up and moves them off to the side. She needs to let the pilot know when they’ll be leaving.
(oh btw I forgot to mention you have to go through the living room to get upstairs lmao)
Lachlan sighed an nudged him up to his feet. "Тебе нужно поговорить с ней. Она захочет узнать, что происходит, независимо от того, насколько она зла на вас." He pushed his son up the steps, who seemed more than reluctant with Zore whimpering in his arms. Lachlan pushed him in and accompanied the sobbing mess that was his son, holding his arm steadily.
"Ава, Кэмерон есть что тебе сказать," Lachlan said in his deep voice to take her attention, in a tone warning her not to deck his son.
(Alrighty, that’s good to know lol)
Ava sets up the plan with the pilot before grabbing a few more things that she deems necessary. When she turns to leaves, she finds herself face to face with Lachlan and Cameron. Though still very furious, her anger lessens a little when she sees the state that he’s in. She crosses her arms and studies them for a long time, her displeased gaze unwavering. “Поговорите быстро, мой рейс скоро отправится.” This has better be an apology or something equally as important.
"Тогда ты не уйдешь," Lachlan responded sharply, matching her gaze with a fierce look of fatherly rage that would absolutely topple any tower. Lachlan gently tugged on Cameron, who was looking down at Zore for emotional support. The man who probably hasn't cried once in the presence of Ava was absolutely broken down, his hair lank and depressed as it framed his face.
"I'm sorry," He said in the most broken, hoarse voice possible. He sobbed softly and hid his eyes. "I'm so sorry Ava."
“При всем моем уважении, вы не можете остановить меня.” Ava maintains a very thin layer of politeness. It’s not Lachlan that she’s mad at and she adores him so she’s not going to take her frustrations out on him. Her eyes shift back to Cameron as she takes in the mess that’s her fiancé. Seeing him cry like this makes her heart hurt but her anger is near unwavering. She can’t help but break a little at his pitiful apology. This scene almost makes her feel bad for yelling at him. “Cameron, what happened?”
Cameron just sobbed and murmured apologies as small Zore tried her best to lick his cheeks to make him feel better. Lachlan seemed to have felt bad, for he jumped in and started to explain what Cameron had told him, but paraphrased. His ex-wife had cheated on him and plunged him into this giant period of stress and depression of his own worthiness to be in a relationship. He explained about Cormac and the problems he had when there was this confusion of whether it was his son or not. When he was taken away from him, it caused a lot more problems into distrust and Ava happened to walk in on it before he could even admit he had a problem.
Ava continuously looks back and forth before Cameron and Lachlan. The cheating thing makes sense but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t insulted by it. Of course she understands why that thought would cross his mind but it still hurts. She’s more than a little surprised when told Cormac isn’t his son. Several questions arise after this but she decides now isn’t the best time to ask them. By the time Lachlan is done, she has no damn idea what she’s supposed to say about this. What can she say? This whole situation is a lot more complicated than she thought. With a quiet sigh, she steps forward and gently brushes the tears off of Cameron’s face before giving him a hug.
Lachlan quickly took Zore so Cameron could hug her back, gripping her shirt tight in his hands as he sobbed softly into her hair. He felt stupid for holding it from her for so long, and just as pathetic for crying like this. He had no idea what came over him, it all was happening so fast his head was hurting and he just wanted to lay down and forget he had ever become an adult with problems. He sniffled softly into her hair, shaking his head as apologies from different languages– mostly English and Russian– spilled out of his shaking lips.
Ava soothingly rubs his back, holding him close. “It’s okay, Cameron, you’re okay.” That’s all she can think to say right now. After awhile, she pulls back and cups his cheek. “Stop apologizing. It’s okay, okay? I’ve got you and I’m not going anywhere.” She hates seeing him like this. The look on his face and the crying……she just feels horrible for the way she acted and what he had to go through. “I’m so sorry for running off like that. We should’ve talked, I should’ve stayed.”
Cameron sniffled when she pulled back, wiping his face off with his shirt and sort of hiding in it as he tried to recover, inhaling sharply and slowly opening his eyes to look at her.
"That's okay, Ava," He said softly, looking down at his feet and sniffling again. "I should have told you sooner. I shouldn't keep stuff like that from you. I trust you with my life and you're the love of my life. I feel like a total asshole for not trying to stop you and just explain myself.
Ava studies him, stopping herself from just begging him to stop crying. She’s not used to the tears and is not equip to deal with them. Running her thumb across his cheek she offers a weak but reassuring smile.
“Cameron, it’s okay. I’m just glad you told me. We both did some stupid shit and we both handled our anger poorly. Everything is good now though.” She understands that talking about this would be hard and the way is came out wasn’t under the best of circumstances but things are getting back on track.
Cameron paused to listen to her, nodding a little afterwards. Lachlan gently pushed them to sit on the bed, telling them he'd bring up some water and setting Zore down next to Rose, who was sitting at Cameron's feet. Lachlan walked out of the room, and Cameron rubbed his face.
"I'm just… really sorry. I should've told you sooner, at some other time when it was better. I probably should've gotten help but…" He sniffled and shook his head. "I'm just stupid. I'm sorry." He looked at her with his heavy, red eyes. "If you're confused or anything… I'll answer some questions." He inhaled and exhaled shakily. "I'm okay now."
“Cameron, please please stop apologizing.” Ava sits down on the bed next to him, fidgeting a little. “You aren’t stupid, I promise. What happened to you isn’t an easy thing to go through. You have every right to feel the way you do. If you want help then we’ll get you help, okay?” Reaching out, she takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to.” The last thing she wants is for him to start crying or breaking down again.
Cameron bit his lip and tried not to apologize again. That would make him feel really stupid. He looked down at their entwined hands and nodded, inhaling softly.
"No… no it's good you know all of it. That's what dad said and I believe him," He murmured, leaning against her. "Just ask me any question at all, I'll answer it if I can." He rested his head on her shoulder with another soft sniffle, still feeling really pathetic but somewhat better now that he wasn't sobbing.
Ava sighs with relief when the apologizing ends. Emotions are not her thing. She turns and presses a light kiss to the side of his head, giving his hand another light squeeze.
“I actually do have a few questions.” She taps her free hand on her leg as she thinks. “Does Cormac know about this? How did you find out? Do you…..do you know who his biological father is?” Moving her hand up, she runs it through his curls in what she hopes is a soothing manner.
Cameron sighed and relaxed against her, biting his lip. "He's… he's my son. But she told me she was pregnant with Cormac around the time I found out she was cheating on me. He doesn't know, unless she told him which she absolutely wouldn't. I'm his father, but the timing in which I found out both things was just… bad." He leaned his head back into her hand, his breathing steadying out slowly.