In which Cameron and China are friends with benefits. China ends up pregnant and Cameron promises to stay by her side through it all.
AN: i got so carried away with this so it's super long but i just wish cam would've had the chance to be a dad:(
Cameron answers his front door late one Saturday evening and can't help the grin that forms on his face when his eyes first fall upon China. He sighs contentedly and pulls her inside with a flourish, his large hands planted on her hips. Within seconds, his lips are on hers, kissing her roughly - and perhaps a little too passionately for "just friends" (who also just so happen to fuck every weekend).
"Took you long enough," he grumbles against her mouth, sending a wave of vibrations down her neck to her spine.
For a moment, she lets him kiss her. For a moment, she gets carried away just like she always does when she is around him.
For the better part of her life, China liked to believe that certain things happened for a reason.
Whether that be a twist of fate written in the stars, predestined from even before birth, or a bout of good luck or a simple touch of mere coincidence, there is always often a reason for how something has come about. That being said, China is finding it increasingly hard to believe that this has any plausible, good reasoning behind it especially now, standing before Cameron with his mouth daring to send her to serenity. Truthfully, she thought it to be a poor joke from the trickster that is fate herself. As if the whole world had just felt the need to pluck her out of the billions and crush her in the very palm of its metaphorical hand. As if she wasn't already having a bad day as was. She thinks maybe it is a dream; that she'll wake up and be free from this torture. Only she can't wake up from it because she isn't dreaming.
The truth of the matter is that she is pregnant. Pregnant.
She thinks back to earlier in the day. Two pink lines, one a little faint but both of them unmistakably there. At least five tests scattered about her bathroom vanity, all conveying the same horrid message. At least a dozen more cheap strip tests littering the ground, each also confirming the answer from the others. The lady whom had cashed her and her purchase out that morning had looked at her as if she were insane for spending all that money but she didn't care. She had been sitting on the hard tiled floor for at least two hours, staring unblinkingly down at the tests and at the ground and at a dirty speck on her wall that will never come off despite how many times she tries to clean it. She hadn't moved since willing herself into her bathroom after days of putting it off, after missing her period and feeling sick to her stomach, for fear of putting a face to this reality. Almost as if thinking that if she just never checked, never thought about it, it would never come to fruition. But of course that was a silly thought.
She had already cried for most of the first hour, especially after seeing the first positive test, that by the end of her frantic fiasco to see if she was actually pregnant and that it wasn't just some bizarre mishap, she's certain she has no tears left to shed. To be fair, it is not that she doesn't want a child. She had simply thought that she would enter motherhood a little more gracefully and with entirely more confidence that she can actually raise another source of life both financially and mentally. She had thought that time to be far, far away. But, again, life seemed to have other plans. She was not upset about being pregnant per se. She was more so upset about the fact that when she does give birth to whatever beautiful, loving soul is living inside her that their parents will not be together. That she and Cameron are not technically a couple, despite having spent more time with one another than any other person of interest in the last year or so. That she will be having a baby - his baby - and that she loves him and that he may not feel the same.
