Suicide(Sequel to Suicidal Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

Chapter 6 Pt. 2

Sadies POV
"One more push"
I do as told and wait for the screech of a newborn baby cry......I hear it! Cameron kisses my hand he was holding and is smiling with glee. "You did it", he states. I smile. They come back with Averalynn in a pink little blanket and the nurse puts her in my arms. I examine her while she examines me. She has Cameron's brown eyes that I love. My nose. And that's it she looks mostly like Cameron. Which isn't bad. I'd rather her look like him. 'Wow look at what the whore created. To much sleeping around got you this'. I push the voice aside. I look at Cameron, whom was already looking at me. I smile and end up falling asleep.
Cameron's POV
I can tell she is battling
In her mind the way she just completely stopped what she was doing and shut the world out. But she falls asleep. A nurse picks the baby up and starts to make her way to the door but stops, turns around, then looks at me, "Wanna see your baby",she asks. I nod. She sets Averalynn in my arms then walks away. She looks like me, minus the nose. She is beautiful. We created a human...I never really thought about that. While Sadie was pregnant with Averalynn, she didn't annoy me like in movies and stories. She didn't whine, or pick fights it's like it was just normal us but with an extra human.
Sadie and Averalynn
get to go home today. Sadie hasn't really said anything it's worrying me. We set Averalynn in her car seat thing and Sadie sits in the back with her. I glance in the rear view mirror once in a while to see Sadie playing with Averalynns hands and smiling at her. We get home a few minutes later and we enter the house. We put Averalynn in her crib to sleep and then we sit on our bed. Sadie puts her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her waist and lay my head on top of hers. "What are you thinking about in there?", I ask. She sighs in reply. "Everything", she finally says. "Talk to me, Babe.", I plead. Shifting my position to look at her. She has sorrow in her eyes and it's written all over her face. "I just...I don't know. It's happening,again. I'm trying to act like I'm okay. I really am trying to be happy...for us. I really am. But it's not working. The voices are keeping me up at night. I can't sleep...", she says starting to tear up. She wasn't shouting. She was talking smoothly. I scoot over to her and lift her onto my lap. I forgot how light she was when she wasn't pregnant. I feel her tears seeping through my shirt. I hold her tighter. "Hey. I know you're trying. And that's great. You'll get better I know it.", I say. She nods. I feel her go unconscious. I take her dirty converse and set them on the floor. I then lay her under the blankets and put my arm around her waist. It's silent for awhile. And I know this is going to be difficult.