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

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London's POV -

I woke up with my head in the toilet. I've been throwing up for the past 3 days. I think its acid reflux.

"Babe.." Cameron walked in the bathroom. He had a glass of ice cold water.

"Thank you." I took it and drank it.

"What's goin' on with you ? You aight ?" He asked as I flushed the toilet.

"I think its just acid reflux." I looked up at him.

"Maybe you pregnant." He said.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"Stop." I mumbled.

I got my toothbrush out & toothpaste and turned the water on.

"Bae."

"Hm ?" I put the toothpaste on my toothbrush.

"We would be on our fourth child..." Our eyes met in the mirror.

I turned around and looked in his eyes.

"Baby, can you not bring this up ?"

"I'm sorry, London. We gon' have to talk about this one day though."

"No we wont. We already have a daughter, so stop acting like we need more kids. We don't." I turned around & started brushing my teeth.

"Chill, London. You ain't the only one who lost a baby." He walked out of the bathroom. I shook my head, rolling my eyes.

              He act like we gotta talk about every damn thing. I have a 3 year old daughter, I can't keep holding on to this loss. I have a child to raise. It's not that I don't care, I'm just trying to move on.

                I rinsed my mouth out and then gargled with some mouthwash. I walked into my room and saw Cameron laying in the bed, playing Grand Theft Auto. Faithe's all up under him, sleeping.

"Baby. I didn't mean to snap at you." I sat on the beanbag on his side of the bed.

"I know." He didn't pay me any attention.

"Let's just agree to let it slide. Act like it never happened." I said licking my lips.

                                  He looked at me and smacked his lips.

"Whatever you want, London." He scoffed.

"What ?"

"You act like you don't care, at all."

"I don't want to carry this burden around forever."

"London, that 'burden' is our child !" He raised his voice. Faithe began to turn over so he just looked at me then back at the T.V.

"Pause it." I mumbled.

                 He paused the game, then looked down at me.

                     I grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't want this to be another fight. It's just that everything is over now, I don't understand why you want it to be a topic of conversation so badly." I bit the inside of my lips.

"Cause London, I'm hurtin'. I feel like somebody needs to know how I feel about this, and who better than my wife?"

                              I rubbed his chest.