My Life Be Like : Part 2 : Atlanta Edition..

Chapter 49 -

London's POV -

            I played in Cameron's hair as he slept peacefully. He let his hair grow out so it's nice and curly. I've noticed a lot about Cameron in the past couple of hours. I've been up for a while, making sure he's okay. I watched him sleep... I admired him. His very few tattoo's, the way his mouth is slightly open when he sleeps. Everything about him is amazing.

                     Cameron wrapped his arms tighter around me and snuggled deeper into my chest. He took a deep breath & then exhaled.

"Babe.." I heard him mumble as he rubbed my waist.

"Yes ?" I whispered.

"I'm sorry."

"For what ?"

"Last night. I know I was acting like a lil' bitch. Crying and shit, you didn't need to see that." He said.

"Baby, it's alright. I'm glad you opened up to me about it. Crying doesn't make you a bitch neither. I know you hurting and that's alright. Just as long as you don't bottle it in."

"You right." He said. "You think I killed him ?" He asked.

"I hope not.. I can't afford having you go to jail. I love you way to much."

                  Cameron looked in my eyes.

"You for real love me, London ?" He asked.

"With all my heart." I replied.

"Your so fucking perfect.. I swear." He said kissing my neck.

                   I bit my lip and rubbed down his back. He began sucking on my neck..

                       and soon enough we began making love.
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Aniyah's POV -

              I gasped as I looked over Brelyn's crib.

"Hi baby!" I exclaimed smiling wide. He's so adorable.

                    I picked him up and held him.

"How you doin' fat fat ?" I asked the baby.

        His stomach is chubby, which I think is so cute. When he grows up he's gonna be tall and skinny, just like his daddy. He takes up after his dad a lot. It's so funny. I can't lie, Chris buys him outrageous stuff, but it's so hilarious.

              Chris got him a onesie that said the word "SWAG" across it. He then put a Nike beanie on him, and tiny Nike Elite socks. Chris walked into the room and smiled.

"Damn, my nigga. Look at you !" Chris said grabbing Brelyn from me.

"Chris !" I exclaimed.

"What ?" He looked confused.

"That is a 3 month old baby.. He's not your N-I-G-G-A." I spelled out.