My Life Be Like 3 : Alternate Ending ; Cam & London.

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London's POV -

After the big thing with Faithe, I went into my room and laid down. I expected Cameron to come in the room but he never did. It's now about 11:30 and he still isn't home. Faithe hasn't come out of her room & it really bothers me. I sighed and turned over, rubbing my swollen belly. I wanna know where the fuck Cameron is. I grabbed the phone and dialed his number.

"You have reached the Sprint voicemail box of Cameron P-" I hung up and rolled my eyes.

His ass is gonna get it once his tall, rat ass gets here.

"Babbbbbbbbbbbyyyyyyyy." I heard him yell all the way from downstairs.

Great. He's drunk.

The door slammed and I heard his feet against the steps. My room door busted open and immediately smelled weed & alcohol.

"Cameron, where the fuck have you been ?!" I stood up.

"I been chillin'." He laughed, taking off his shoes.

"Cameron, it's 11:30, you're a father of two, coming in the house drunk & high. That's not 'chillin'." I walked to his side of the bed.

"London, I'm 22. I'm still young, let me enjoy my life."

"You need to enjoy yo' life in this house instead of bein' out with God knows who !"

"Listen, you 20 years old. You can't tell me what to do."

"When you put that ring on my finger & gave me two, not one but TWO fuckin' kids, that gave me every right to tell you what to do Cam'Ron." I yelled, hearing my accent start to come out.

"London, stop all that damn hollerin' shit."

"I'm not eben bouta argue wit yo drunk ass." I rolled my eyes.

Cameron grabbed me and laid me on the bed, holding my arms tight. He laid on top of me, licking his lips.

"Move !" I screamed.

He leaned in and started kissing me on my neck.

"I'm sorry baby."

"No, Cam move, you're on my belly !" I screamed out loud in pain.

"Fuck." Cameron climbed off of me.

I looked up and saw Faithe standing at the door with her thumb in her mouth.

"London, you okay ?" Cameron asked looking at me.

I rolled over, clutching my stomach.

"Cameron, no !" I burst out into tears.

"Shit." He stared at me.

"Do something !" I cried.

Next thing I know, I hear Cameron's loud ass snore.

"Please don't be serious right now." I cried, shaking him. His ass was really sleep.

"Mommy, are you okay ?" Faithe asked, coming & holding my stomach.

"Mommy's gonna be alright." I shook my head, letting tears fall.

"Why you crying ?" She asked.

"Mommy's tummy hurts really bad right now."

"Can a kiss make it better ?" She asked me, looking at me with her big hazel eyes.

"Yes please." I smiled, still wiping my tears.

Faithe leaned in and kissed my baby bump.

"Mommy, I'm sorry for yelling at you. I don't want you to forget about me."

"Baby," I reached down to pick her up, groaning in pain, "I'll never forget about you. I had you when I was only 17. You and Daddy are my bestfriends. I love you Faithe."

"I love you too."

"Now go night night. It's late." I said.

"Okay Mommy."

She got out my lap & ran to her bedroom.

"You fuckin' idiot." I mumbled hitting Cameron on his chest.

He waved me off & turned over, still asleep. I turned over and fell asleep, clutching my stomach. I felt it throbbing, but I'm sure my baby will be fine..

I hope.