Not Just Perfect

I Know He Will.

*three months later*
I was sitting on the couch with my bowl of popcorn enjoying my favorite show. "The Fosters"
Why can't Cam and I just be like Cali and Brandon. They're perfect. Actually... Cam and I are perfect. Except you know.. Not exactly. Just a couple bumps in the road. I was going to the hospital to visit my baby today. I visit him everyday. His cancer has gotten a little worse. A lot worse.... Just for now though. Soon he'll be back at home to take care of our beautiful kenslie. Kenslie or Kingsley...we haven't decided. I rushed upstairs realizing it's all ready 3:00pm. I was supposed to be at the hospital by 4:00.
I turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up.
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Once I was out I brushed out my hair and threw on some jeans with Jack's hoodie... Yeah, still haven't given that back. It just so comfortable. I grabbed my keys and hopped in the car.

**at hospital**
I exited the elevator, as room 2217 caught my eye. Room 2217 has been Cameron's death room for 2 months now. I shouldn't call it that.. He's ganna get well soon. I walked in without even asking. This hospital is basically my second home. It's Cam's first..... He smiled as soon as he saw me. How could he still look perfect in a hospital gown and IV? I skipped over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey baby." He chuckled. "Hey other baby!" He lifted up my hoodie and kissed my slightly rounded tummy. "I'm so happy." I smiled brightly.
"Me too baby girl." He grinned.
I grabbed a water out of his mini fridge and began to talk about the baby. "So do you want Kensley or Kingsley ?"
I asked, while taking an other sip.
"I like Kalin." He smiled.

I felt my stomach drop. Cameron didn't know who Kalin was... And might have never remembered me talking about him.... But I had to find a way to convince him not to name our child that. "Please anything else! I hate that name." I spat, in disgust. He frowned a little. "What about... Cameron?" He suggested. I laughed a bit before realizing he was serious. "You wanna name her .....Cameron?" I questioned. He paused. "Alex, When I'm...gone. Which we'll have to face the fact that eventually I will be gone. I want you to... Remember me. Alex I want you to love that beautiful girl just as much as you loved me.." He coughed a little before correcting himself. "Love me." I felt a tear burn my cheek. "I'm naming the baby Cameron." I clearly stated, without hesitation. Cameron smiled a little bit. "You don't have to! I just thought maybe it would--" "No. I'm doing it." I cut him off, ending the conversation. He smiled even brighter.

I only had 6 more months until this baby was due. 'Only' I chuckled to myself. Cam promised he would fight extra hard, just to see our beautiful, creations first glimpse at the world. He promised. I know he'll make it. Maybe he'll survive. I know he'll survive. Stomach cancer is usually fatal when found at advanced stages. Which is what's happened with Cameron. He doesn't have a huge chance of surviving, but he also doesn't have a 99% chance of dying. I know he can do it. I know he can. He has to. The thought of living without Cameron makes my heart ache.

I had to get home so that I could finish up my online classes. I can't go to college because of my baby, but I was planning on it, later in life. I had to increase my college credit though, because of all the missed school. "I have to go, my beautiful, strong boy." I kissed his forehead and headed out of the hospital. As soon as I got home, somebody else's car was parked in our drive way. I went inside to see who it could be. The first thing I saw, Kalin and my mother sitting at the kitchen counter.