Best Friends with Benefits

Epilogue: Now we're here

Cammie's POV

"Babe? What's wrong?" Zach asked, walking into the bathroom where I sat crying on the floor, knees pulled into my chest.

He settled beside me, pulling me up and onto his laps so that I cried into his chest, one hand coming up to pat my hair against my head, the other wiping away my tears.

"Babe?" he asked again, whispering lightly into my ear, "can you please tell me what's wrong."

Instead of answering, I handed him the white stick, letting my eyes fill with more tears.

"Baby," he said, wrapping his arms around me and placing a kiss onto my forehead, "it's alright."

"No it's not," I wailed, burying my head even farther into his chest, "what if it never happens? What if I can't?"

"Don't say that," he said, kissing my lips lightly, "we both know that you can," he said with a grimace, thinking back on that day.

"What if I can't, Zach? What if because of that day, I never can?"

"You can," he said, placing another kiss on my forehead. "I know you can."

"What if I can't, Zach? You want a family. What if I can't give that to you?" I asked, averting my eyes from his.

He used one hand to pull my face to his, causing me to look into his gorgeous eyes, "You have already given me a family, Babe," he said, "You are my family. And that will always be enough for me."

"But, Zach, -"

He cut me off, "Babe, we can go see a doctor, see what are options are, different methods, -"

This time I cut him off, "I don't want that Zach. I don't want to be flawed, Zach. I want to be able to do the one thing ever women should be able to do. I want to be good enough for you."

"You are," he promised, kissing my lips. "You are all that I will ever need. You are more than I deserve. And you more than I could have ever wished for. And you will. One day, Cam, when the time is right."

"Alright," I mumbled, finally brushing the last of my tears away, leaning forward to kiss his lips. "Now, Mr. Goode, I do believe we have some celebrating to do."

"Oh really," he said, raising one eyebrow at me, a smirk on his face, "and what for?"

"For 22 years of friendship. 9 years of a little more than that. –"

He cut me off, finishing off my sentence, "and 5 years of having the most gorgeous girl all to myself."

I smiled as he leaned it to kiss me, picking me up and taking large strides towards our king size bed before dropping me and watching as I bounced lightly, my face flushed from screaming in delight.

"You know," Zach started, looking down on me with a smirk on his face, each leg on either side of my waist, "I think I know just how to celebrate Mrs. Goode."

And before I could answer, his lips were on mine.

Zach's POV

"Hey Nick?" I yelled, opening his fried, "you got any beer?"

"You know it," he yelled from where ever he was.

Grant lifted an eyebrow at me as I used the counter to flip the top off of a Bud. "It's 2 o'clock on Sunday. Don't you think you should wait a little while?"

I rolled my eyes at Grant. "It's been a long fucking weekend," I said in response, rolling my eyes slightly at him and downing half of my beer.

"You guys still can't get pregnant?"

I glared at him, "Well, it's not exactly that simple."

"Fuck dude, it's not like it's Calculus or some shit. You just put your di-"

"Grant," I snapped, throwing a grape from the bowl in front of me, "shut the fuck up."

He caught it in his mouth and laughed. My glare intensified as I chugged the rest of my beer, reaching for another one.

"You know, Zach, you can go see a doctor, they can be really helpfully. They helped Bex's cousin out when –"

"Shut up," I said again, popping the top off, "I know that, but Cam doesn't want to. She thinks if we don't do it by ourselves that she'll like no perfect or something."

"That's insane," he said reaching for a grape, "Cammie is amazing."

"I know that, but the whole baby thing, it's a still a rough subject for her."

After a moment of silence between us Grant spoke up, bring up a subject that our friends avoided like we were playing taboo, "man, can you believe that if she didn't get hit by a car, you could've already been a father?"

"No," I snapped swallowing a big swig of beer, "I hate that fucking idiot who hit her."

"Cammie doesn't. She blames herself, not him. You know that." Grant told me.

"I know," I snapped, "but it's because of him that Cam thinks there is something wrong with her. That she's not good enough. And that's fucking bullshit."

"It'll be alright, Man," he said patting me on the back and taking the beer from my hand.

Instead of getting annoyed, I just sighed, running a hand through my hair instead, and muttering," I just wish it would happen so that she stops thinking so low of herself."

"I know, man, I know."

"Cam," I asked, stepping in the kitchen after not seeing her in the living room. "Babe?"

I walked into the bedroom to find it empty, dropping my gym bag on the floor I wondered where she went when I heard it. The distinct sound of throwing up came from the bathroom and I ran in to see Cam sitting on her knees, dumping the contents of her stomach out into the toilet.

"Cam," I asked pulled her hair back, "are you alright."

I handed her a water bottle and waited as she rolled some of it around her mouth before spitting it out and swallowing another sip. The tears rolling down her eyes made me wary but when that giant gin came across her face, my stomach erupted into butterflies.

"I'm pregnant," she told me, smiling largely at me.

"What?" I asked, "are you sure?"

She nodded eagerly and I looked around the bathroom, noticing around eight pregnancy tests on the self by the bathtub. "We're pregnant?"

She just nodded, I smiled, pressing a kiss against her lips before dropping to my knees and lifting her shirt up so it exposed her stomach. I kissed the skin there in a few places, smiling as Cammie giggled.

I picked her up, twirling her around as she laughed, "I love you."

She smiled up at me as I sat her down, "We're going to be a family."

I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her so she looked into the mirror with me.

I placed one large, calloused hand onto her stomach, watching as her eyes starred at it in our reflection, "the three of us."

A/N: That is officially it. No more updates. : (

I'm so sad. I can't believe it's officially over. It's been great. This is by far my favorite story I've ever written so do me a favor and let me know what you thought about this epilogue and this story as a whole in a review. And look out for my newest story, coming soon. :D