Friends? A Magcon Fanfiction

Better Left Unsaid

Angered raged through my body, once I realized that this isn't Cameron's baby. The one that I've struggled through so much just to be with. The one I fell in love with so easily, so quickly, like tripping over my own two feet. I looked over at him, he tried to play off a smile, but I knew it was fake. I knew what he was thinking in that beautiful mind of his, he's not mine. I took a deep breath before I could think of something to say.

"Why? Why him of all people? Why couldn't it just be you?" I asked. I felt tears stream down my cheek as I looked down at the beautiful baby boy. Even though I hate Nash, I could never stop loving my son, he's mine. I licked my dry lips, and wiped the sweat pouring down my face, then I've come to one of the hardest questions I could imagine, should Nash know about him?

"I don't know, but what I do know is, is that I won't love him anyless then I do now," he said, his voice was quiet, almost silent. I leaned my sweaty head on to his shoulder, and he kissed my hand, then intertwined his fingers with mine.

"He's beautiful isn't he?" I said through a small smile, just staring down at him.

"Yes, he gets that from you," he said through a quiet laugh.

"Should Nash know?" I asked, it may have been to soon to ask, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"He can find out eventually," his voice becoming quieter as he continued to talk. I could easily tell he was upset.

I heard the door open, it was Courtney and Taylor. They looked right over at Nathan, and smiled, not noticing his eyes. 

"So what's my godson's name?" she asked enthusiasitcally. 

"Nathan," I said simply. She walked over to look as his delicate face, small body, and bright blue eyes. It was the first thing she noticed. Her jaw dropped, but she said nothing. I ran my index finger over his rosy red cheeks, then kissed his delicate forehead before the nurse took him. I laid back down in bed, Cameron still next to me, his hand never leaving mine. Courtney and Taylor went to go get some lunch at the food court, while I watched tv with Cameron. We didn't say a word to each other, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was a good silence. 

TWO MONTHS LATER

Its July now, and Nathan is already two months old. Cameron and I decided to move to California with Courtney and Taylor. Nathan doesn't cry much, he's a silent sweetheart. As soon as Nathan fell asleep for his daily nap, Cameron spun me around to face him.

"Hello beautiful," he whispered.

"Hi," I whispered back through a smile. 

"I love you," he whispered in my ear, as he gently brushed my hair away from my ear landing on to the back of my shoulder.

"I love you more," I whispered back and kissed his cheek.

"That's not possible," he said through a smile and swept me off my feet. He carried me to bed, his arms cradling me. Finally our lips intertwined and a smile curled on to my lips as he continued to kiss my neck. I bit my lip as his lips trailed down my neck. Just the thought of his lips touching my skin sent shivers down my spine, and butterflies fluttering through my stomach. I closed my eyes and flashed back to the past two months, as his lips slid down to my collar bone.

I've lost all my baby weight, and I went back to dance. The boys take care of Nathan while Courtney and I work and dance. The both of us became Sacramento Kings Dancers. On the side we judge dance competitions to raise enough money to open our own studio. At the rate we're at, we can open one within a year. Cameron and Taylor have photoshoots every now and then to help us pay the bills, but we do the majority of it. Sara has kept in contact with us, we've become some what friends again, but not fully. I need to notice a complete change, to be able to fully trust her again. Hopefully, it comes soon. I heard my phone go off twice. I read the first message, from Sara.

*Hey, is it okay if Aaron and I come down there to meet Nathan?* I read the message. I took a deep breath, Cameron's lips just hit my stomach, and I didn't want him to stop. I quickly grabbed my phone and answered her back.

*Yeah, that's fine.* I typed the message as quickly as I could. Then I looked at the other message that was unread in my inbox. It was a random number, I opened the message. I took a deep breath, and read the the four small words over and over again. 

*I want my son.*