London's POV -
I sat in the booth next to Faithe at Red Lobster. Cameron and I just wanted to take her out today, and have some family time.
"What would you like honey ?" The waitress asked.
Faithe turned around and put her face in my chest.
"Sorry. She just wants chicken fingers and french fries." I said.
"Okay." She smiled writing it down.
Cameron and I ordered our food and then she walked away.
"Faithe, that was mean." I said.
Faithe ignored me and just looked forward. I shrugged and started talking to Cam.
"How's your day been so far, babe ?" I asked.
"As long as I'm with my two favorite girls perfect, right Faithe ?" Cameron smiled looking at Faithe.
Faithe stuck her tongue out at Cam.He gave her a dirty look.
"Aye, cut it out lil' girl." Cameron said.
"Shut up." She said looking dead at Cameron.
Both of our mouth's dropped.
"Excuse you ?" Cameron asked her.
"What ?" Faithe responded.
Cameron almost said something when the food came out.
"That was quick." I mumbled.
The lady gave us our food then left.
"Mommy, cut it." Faithe grabbed my hand.
"Say please." I moved my hand.
"NO !" Faithe yelled to the top of her lungs,everyone in the restaraunt turned and looked at us.
"Calm down Faithe !" Cameron raised his voice.
"SHUT UP !" She yelled.
"Your little ass is taking a nap when we get home." Cameron said.
"NO !"
"Cameron, she needs ass whooped !" I mumbled looking at him.
"We can't." He said.
When I got pregnant Cam and I made a pact to never whoop our child. But Cameron just had to spoil her ass, I told him she would turn to a diva.
"Let's just go." He said as Faithe began to have a temper tantrum. I picked her up and walked outside. I didn't even get to enjoy my fucking meal. I was pissed.
Cameron threw a 50 on the table and walked out behind me. He went to put Faithe in her carseat and she kept kicking.
"Faithe, cut it out !" He raised his voice.
I got in the car and buckled in I looked behind me to see what was happening. Faithe was squirming, trying to get out.
"Faithe stop !"
"NO !"
"FAITHE FUCKING QUIT !" Cameron yelled, I jumped in my seat, it's louder than I've ever heard him scream before.
Faithe just began crying and he buckled her in. Cam got in the drivers seat and we pulled away.
"I'm so fucking frustrated." Cameron said sighing & wiping his face.
I rubbed his back as Faithe kept screaming.
"Faithe, seriously ?" Cameron looked in the rear view mirror.
"I hate you, daddy !" She screamed kicking the seat.
I looked at Cameron with my mouth dropped. Where the fuck did my baby get her attitude from? Cameron looked as if his feelings had just been hurt. I know she probably hit a soft spot, she just doesn't know it. She's young.
"Baby, you aight ?" I asked him.
"Nah, don't fuck with me right now." He said.
My eyes widened.
"Okay, sorry." I mumbled to myself looking out the window.
I don't know why he has to take his anger out on me. I sighed and turned the radio up. Faithe eventually stopped screaming and crying. We pulled up outside the house. Cameron didn't even think about Faithe, or me. He just got right out the car and slammed the door. He walked in the house.
I walked over to the side of the car Faithe was at and got her out the carseat. Her face was red and her lips were poked out, I think she was trying to pout. I rolled my eyes and closed the car door. I walked into the house and Cameron was nowhere to be found. I put Faithe in her room.
"Faithe, it's naptime." I said to her.
"I don't wann- " Faithe started.
"It's not about what you want Faithe, lay it down now !" I exclaimed.
"NO !"
"Faithe, you got to 3 and I'm gonna whoop your lil' ass.." I said. "1..2.." Faithe laid down before I could get to three.
I walked out of her room and into mine where Cameron was laying down. I laid down next to him and sighed... Where did we go wrong ?
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