Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

Little Child

"I think you should have blackmailed him," Mason said with a goofy grin and Camille socked him in the arm. "Ow, I hope the baby doesn't hit me as much as you do,"

"Mason!" Camille hissed and he smiled some more as Kendall rolled his eyes. Camille Roberts, soon to be Camille Rhodes, was not the person to bother on a normal basis. Now at 11 weeks pregnant, the slightest word made her want to hit something. And that would usually be her fiance. Kendall glanced at her stomach, she being still fairly small. But her waist was starting to thicken a bit, a small bump low on the abdomen. Mason placed his hand over her stomach.

"Mommy's just a little tired, don't worry about it, darling," he cooed to the stomach and Camille rolled her eyes. He glanced back over and then placed a hand over Kendall's stomach. "And our baby is going to play with you on weekends at your rich house with all your toys," he said with a smile and Kendall pushed him away.

"I told you I'm getting it aborted," Kendall scoffed and then shot a wary glance at Carlos, who was sulking in the Kids Corner. Ever since they got home from the hospital, Carlos was depressed as can be. It was absolutely ridiculous how the Latino was reacting over Kendall's own body. It was his decision, James didn't want the baby anyways. Just get it over with and they can move on with their lives. Mason pouted.

"He didn't mean it," he told Kendall's stomach and Kendall pushed him away again. "Don't kill it, you can let Carlos raise it,"

"If you have forgotten, Carlos is the one that wants to be pregnant. It just wouldn't be the same,"

"So? I'm pretty sure he wouldn't object so long as he knows it's still alive,"

Kendall bit his lip. He was supposed to go down to the abortion clinic right after his shift at work. And Carlos for some strange reason was going to tag along. If anything, Kendall thought Carlos was going to schedule a funeral for the little life once Kendall walked inside the building. He was torturing himself and it was slowly building on Kendall's guilt.

Dammit, the Latino found another way to make Kendall feel guilty without using the puppy dog eyes. Camille started to hold her own stomach, gently rubbing it.

"Well, whatever you decide to do, me and Mason are right here to support you," she said softly and Kendall smiled.

"And Mason/Camille Jr. too," Mason threw in and Kendall smiled more. Mason got up and went back to the counter to wipe up while Camille scooted closer to Kendall.

"Did he. . .was he angry or anything?" she whispered and Kendall shrugged, thinking about the celebrity once more.

"I don't know what was going on in his mind. He was just staring at me with some dumb expression and then once I said it, he was trying to deny it. Camille, he doesn't want the baby so why put up with it?"

"But do you want it?"

"No,"

"Are you sure?" she asked and Kendall paused. Did he want the baby? Even though he didn't want to admit it yet, the thought of carrying a life was actually kind of moving. But. . .but he just can't take care of a baby right now, now was not the right time. Camille patted his leg, getting up from her seat. "Just, take the time right now to think. This is one of those life changing moments," she said softly and went over to the counter. Life changing indeed.

The drive to the center was a quiet one. Carlos was just staring ahead at the road as Kendall drove slowly along. It made the drive awkward and more uncomfortable than it needed to be. Kendall should have just sneaked out of the coffee shop when Carlos wasn't looking, just to save the suffering for both of them. Finally, they arrived at the clinic, the building small and plain. Kendall pulled into the parking lot and threw the transition into park, glancing over at Carlos' sullen expression.