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what I want be damned?"
    "Of course not. I guess I didn't think that far ahead. I jus-"
    I hung my head in defeat. No matter what I say or do, it will always be wrong in her eyes, and her grandparent's eyes now. Her hand brushed across my cheek bringing my attention back to her.
    "Madison, I know you wouldn't have done it to hurt me. I know you have our best interest at heart, but these are things we need to discuss together. I just feel like you planned this all out without even caring what I thought."
    I pulled her into my chest, cradling her head in my arm. "Kayla, I only want to do right by you and our baby. I just want to give you the life you deserve."
    "Having you and this baby in my life is all I need to be happy. I don't care if we live in a cardboard box out back."
    My heart melted at the feeling of being so needed and wanted by her. Every day I felt as though she deserved better, but now, now I just felt loved by the only person I would ever want to be with. I pressed my lips softly against hers. I was lost and wrapped up in the insane amount of joy I was feeling. That was, until I heard Kayla's grandfather beside us.

Chapter 10
    Kayla
    I was at a loss for words. I knew my grandparents weren't going to be over the moon excited, but I expected more shouting, more anger, I don't know, more anything. It would seem that my grandfather respected the fact that Madison had planned out everything he had in mind to take care of us. I did as well, but I have to admit, I felt as though he went behind my back by not mentioning anything to me about all of this.
    I sat on the back porch rocking back and forth as my grandfather and Madison sat at the table inside, planning out a future I wasn't so sure I agreed with.
    "Darlin', why you lookin' so sad over there? I would've thought that you of all people would be ecstatic that your granddaddy is okay with all of this."
    "I'm not sad, Grams. I just feel like my whole life is bein' planned out for me. I feel like I have no say so and no control. I don't like it."
    "Kayla, you just have to let your granddaddy feel like he is part of all of this. No one is sayin' ya need to do what he is settin' out for ya, but just let him think he can." She winked at me and I knew exactly what she meant.
    "Thanks, Grams."
    "Always darlin'."
    I left Madison and my granddad to talk "plans" while I went for a walk. Everything was changin' so fast I wasn't sure I could keep up. After I made it up the hill, I sat my overly exhausted ass down below the willow tree and pulled out my cell phone from my boot. I hadn't talked to Cami in almost a week and I was goin' crazy not knowing how she was. I let the phone ring three times before I was about to hang up, but then I heard her voice break through the line.
    "Hello."
    She sounded horrible and I felt even worse for what had happened to her, but I put on a happy face, not letting my worry be heard through my voice.
    "Hi love. How are you feelin'?"
    "Oh my god, Kay. I can't believe it's actually you. I'm okay. More importantly, how are you? How's the baby?"
    "I'm good, the baby is good. Cam, I'm so sorr-"
    "Don't even. It wasn't your fault. I was driving and that asshole came out of nowhere. You sound off, what's going on?"
    "I'm fine, really."
    "Yeah, and I'm not in massive amounts of pain. Spill it."
    "Well where do I start? Let's see, Madison dropped out of school, the band signed with the label, he sold his family home and he has all but picked out the curtains in our new house that he is going to let me pick out."
    "Seriously?"
    I let out a loud sigh, "Cam, I feel left out. I know how childish that sounds, but he's practically made all of these huge decisions without me. It's like he doesn't even care what I think about it all. He's sittin' with my granddad as we speak, planning out every little detail. I need a break. I need something."
    "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I wish I could be there for you. I want to be there, trust me. My mom is like a prison