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

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London's POV -

    I kissed Cameron's soft, cold lips. He hasn't opened his eyes in four whole days. I'm starting to lose all hope. If Cam doesn't make it, I'll be in jail and I'll lose Faithe.

"Mommy, Daddy must be really tired." Faithe said.

  I know she knows something is up, but she is just being strong for me. I felt a strong grip on my hand. So strong, I felt like it'd break.

"Shi-," I looked at Faithe, "Oww ! Ouch !"

      Cam's chest shot up, and he gasped for air loudly.

"Mommy ! I'm scared."

"I need a doctor !" I yelled to the top of my lungs.

      Cameron began having a seizure as doctors ran in the room.

"We're losing him again !" The doctor yelled.

"No !" I screamed. "No ! Please baby nooo. Noooooo. Please don't leave us, babe." I climbed on his bed, shakinng him. "Get up !" I yelled.

"Security !" The doctors yelled as they tried to pull me off.

     I glanced at Faithe in the corner, crying.

"Fuck you!" I yelled in tears. "Cam baby pleaseeee." I cried.

       His eyes opened and they rolled to the back of his head.

      

"NO !" I yelled.

"Lady get off !" Some lady tried to push me.

"Bitch !" I punched her in the face.

       Doctors grabbed me and threw me and Faithe out the room.

*

6 HOURS LATER. 

     After crying for hours and hours, and trying to explain myself to Faithe the doctor finally walked out.

"You can visit him now."

 

     I walked into the room. Cameron was sitting up, picking at his nails.

"Baby-"

"DADDY !" Faithe jumped on his bed.

"Hi baby." He groaned.

"I missed you." She kissed her cheek.

"I missed you too." He started crying.

      I covered my mouth and watched them.

"Daddy, why you crying ?" Faithe asked.

      He broke down with Faithe in his arms. 

"I didn't think I'd wake up." He cried.

"Faithe, baby. Come here." I held out my arms.

"Nooo." She cuddled up to her daddy.

Cameron looked up at me.

"Cameron... I am so, so, so, sorry, baby," I grabbed his hand tight, "I'm so sorry." My voice cracked as I held his hand tight.

"London, I don't wanna talk about this." He looked at me.

"Baby.. Please."

"Shhh. Just stop." He said. His voice is cracked & hoarse.

"I'm pregnant."

    He doesn't seem happy at all.

"I know." He nodded.

"I'm happy you're awake." I sat down.

"Yeah.."