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Anthony POV

It's been four months of complications, in and out of the Doctor, crying, complaining, arguing. That's what came along with Cameron and this unbelievable pregnancy. It came to a point where I wanted him to get rid of it because he had almost died. His body isn't prepared for this. And we couldn't do anything about it. All our hope was on the doctor, we couldn't even go to an actual hospital. I found him on the floor, in the apartment I had rented out for the time being, in the bathroom, bleeding. Bleeding through his pants. If I didn't come when I did, I would've lost him and he would've been gone.

That's what I tried to get through his mind. But he didn't listen, he got mad at me. I don't care how happy I was over him having our child and how lucky we were for being able to have a biological one; if it costs his life that shit gotta go. Of course, I didn't tell him in those words. But I told him.

So, we're still going through with this. Right now, he's six months and getting bigger as the time goes by. He's actually looking like he's eight months rather than six. These past two weeks, he's been okay for the most part. His back hurts and he's tired and has an attitude. He's very swollen everywhere too. But other than that, recently nothing life threatening. I keep a close eye on him and make sure that he's okay.

"Look, feel." Cameron grabbed my hand and put it on his stomach. I waited a while in silence then suddenly felt a little movement under my hand. When I looked back up at Cameron, he had a smile on his face. That's one thing, despite all he is going through with this, it's like nothing else makes him happier. "Do you want a boy or girl?"

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. As long as they look like you."

"No, they will look like you." He replied. I didn't try to argue what he was saying because I know that if I did, it would turn into Cameron being actually mad with me. So I just nodded and said "Maybe."

He sighed and slowly got up, balancing his back on his hand. He started to waddle away so I got up myself and followed behind him. "Ant, I'm just going to the kitchen. You don't have to follow me everywhere I go."

"If you fall I'll be here to catch you..."

He opened the fridge "Not gonna fall."

"You can't predict the future."

"Yes I can, if I know I'm careful."

"No you fucking can't, just let me do what I gotta do to make sure you good. Is that alright with you?"

I didn't mean to snap at him but if it's one thing that piss me off, it's him acting like he don't need guidance. I don't play Russian roulette with these kind of things. He might be fine doing shit on his own, but you just never know.

"Okay... Don't yell at me." He mumbled quietly and walked off again and I still followed him. He went to our room and started stripping off his clothes the moment he got in. I closed and locked the door for him so no one would bust in here while he's naked. He doesn't like to wear clothes anymore, so he takes them off whenever he gets a chance. When he got all his clothes off, he laid on his back and let out a huge sigh. "I'm fat."

"Yeah it's because you carrying a baby." I shrugged and I heard him laugh. I reached over on the dresser and got some soothing oil thing that I had bought for Cameron's swelling when it was aching him. I put his legs in my lap. I poured some in my hand and warmed it up before going right into giving Cameron a foot massage. Not only are they the part that swells the most, but it hurts the most.

"Thanks." Cameron mumbled as I continued to squeeze and caress on his feet and calves. After about thirty minutes, his eyes closed and he was asleep. I was about to get up and leave the room for a second but when I lifted Cameron's legs off of me his eyes shot open and he sat up. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta talk to Tyler for a minute. You could go back to sleep I'm coming."

"No! Stay here." He grabbed my arm and started to pull me down.

"Chill, it's only for a second."

He let me go and shrugged. "Fine. Go ahead." He went under the covers and turned away from me. I tried to touch his arm but he shook my hand off. So I turned his body around so he was on his back again. We looked each other in the eye. I leaned my head down and kissed him briefly. "Keep acting up. Attitude too much."

"Or what?"

"Or what? I mean, when I came back I was gonna do something but.." I trailed off and shrugged.

"Do what?"

"I mean, I was gonna go down on you and everything but seems like you don't want me to come back." I kissed his forehead and got up to leave again but he grabbed my arm. "No... come back when you finish."

I laughed to myself "I will. But in the meantime stay in the bed." I left the bedroom and went to Tyler's. I opened the door and he was watching TV. He gave me his attention. "Hey."

"Did you get the stuff Damien sent?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I got rid of some of it on the way... Came across a few people."

"Who? You can't just be selling that shit to just anybody you don't know who's ready to sell you out. Come on, man." Damien had sent out some stuff, you know of what sort, for us to deal with out here and keep us on our feet in the mean time. He knows about this whole thing of course and he offered to help. So here we are. It's a dumb thing to do while we trying to get away from making ourselves known to the cops and everything but it is what it is. I had sent Tyler out while I was here with Cameron to go do some work for him. I knew it was probably a bad idea with him being by himself handling that but I really didn't have no other choice.

"Alright come on now, I'm dumb but I'm not that stupid, nigga. Of course I knew who I was dealing with. I don't think crack addicts hanging out around the corner store is something to worry about. And besides, here's your money. And if there's a twenty missing, don't point fingers at me because I don't know where it went. Oh, and the rest of what I brought back is in my bottom drawer."

Tyler handed me fifteen-hundred dollars in total and I got the stuff from his drawer. "Thank you." I told him. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever. You underestimate me." He replied back and I walked out, closing his door.

When I got back to the room, Cameron was already knocked out. I put everything away and sat down next to him.

"I'm waiting." Cameron announced suddenly with his eyes still shut closed. I didn't even get into telling him that I thought he was sleeping, I just lifted the cover off of his lower half and did my thing. We can't really have sex no more until two months after Cameron has the kid. So it's just been substituting. Mainly for Cameron because all of a sudden he gets all horny at least once a day. And I'm always there to do something about it.

When Cameron was satisfied, he laid his head on my chest while I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I want you to be my actual husband already."

"One more year."

Cameron sighed, "That's so long away."

"You'll be eighteen by then so we could do it by ourselves." I reminded him and he made a sad face. He grabbed my hand and pulled it out of his hair, putting it on his stomach instead. "What do you like for a girl name?" He asked me.

"Cameron." I said truthfully and he tilted his head to look at me.

"Yes?"

"No, I'm telling you I like the name Cameron."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I reassured.

"And for a boy?"

"Same thing."

He looked away from me and shook his head. "No. You can't think of anything else besides my name?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well, think of something else. Because Cameron's an ugly name."

"No it's not."

He ignored what I said, "But they will have your last name, that's for sure."

"I don't think imma be a good father." I said, not really paying attention to what he was saying. I been thinking about it for a while and as bad as I sometimes treat Cameron, the person who means more than life to me, I know I'm capable of treating anyone no matter who they are not so good. And I'm nothing to look up to or be proud of either. I don't have good characteristics or traits about myself that someone would hope passed down to their kids. I'm really hoping they turn out like Cameron and prefer to look up to him instead of me because I don't set a good image.

"Don't say that!" I wasn't expecting Cameron to yell, but he did. "Stop it, yes you are. And you will be. If you keep saying it, it's like bad energy." He tilted his head upwards. "Stop letting what you did in the past- and well present- determine what things will be like in the future. If you want to be a good dad, you will be. You just have to do it."

I get what he's trying to say, but he just don't understand. I can't just do something. I do what I feel in the moment with everything. I can't force myself to be good, I can just be me in the moment.

He shifted himself upwards and put his lips on mine then pulled away quickly. "I think you're the most handsome man ever. And if I look at you for too long, or you stare at me for too long, it still makes me blush sometimes." Cameron said randomly. I didn't know how to respond because it was just so off topic but he didn't seem to mind.

"Love you." I finally said but he shook his head 'no'.

"I love you." I mumbled out and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed happier with that one and smiled. "I love you too. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care how corny I sound okay so don't laugh at me."

"I wasn't planning to."

After a while of silence he finally fell asleep, for real this time. It's only 4:00 in the afternoon, but he sleeps for most of the day. Mostly because he's tired, but also because I know he's bored. He doesn't really do anything but sit in the apartment and watch the TV if he's not asleep. His doctor advised him only to go outside when it's absolutely needed because he can't have people identifying a pregnant man. So it's been weeks since he's been outside. We are going to the doctor tomorrow though so we can follow up with everything.

After everything is set and done, we're still making our way out of the country. I don't know our current status back in Brooklyn because it's been so long since this first started, but you know the deal already.

"Hope y'all are decent because I'm coming in." Tyler came in with bags. "This is for Cameron fat ass." He handed me the bag of some type of food. "And this is for you." He gave me another bag.

I thanked him and took them. I tried to wake Cameron. I tapped him. "Leave me alone."

"Wake up, Tyler got you food."

"Yes I did." He shouted. I didn't realize he was still standing there. Cameron immediately sat up and his hair was all over the place. He had a tired expression on his face. "I'm hot." He threw the blanket off of him and if it weren't for his big ass stomach his whole dick would've been out.

"Put on some clothes nasty." Tyler threw a stray shirt he found on the floor at him. Cameron shook his head 'no' and opened both his plates and started shoving it down. Tyler left the room.

You'd think I'd be surprised that he finished both plates in the span of an hour but it just became normal after a while.

Cameron POV

"Turn around." I turned around and Anthony scrubbed my back and etc. for me. I really don't need him to but he insists. I mean I guess he might as well since he sits in here anyway while I'm showering. Less work for me.

I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach making me jump. "Ow!" I clenched my torso. Anthony yanked me around. "What's wrong?!"

"My stomach... It just hurt a lot. I'm alright now.." I breathed out, calming down. Sometimes I feel that with all these side effects I'm not gonna make it but we won't know unless we keep going.

"Are you sure? You don't need a doctor?"

"No no no."

He rinsed me off without another word.  When I got out I put on clothes this time. Some pajamas; a t shirt and sweats.

"What time you gotta be at the doctor tomorrow?" Anthony asked me.

"I think she said 5 in the afternoon."

We'll be finding out the gender tomorrow. We were going to make it a surprise but it didn't really make a difference so we're just gonna find out. Doctor Suzie had been amazing and she was telling the truth about not letting everyone know. Plus, she did extra research just to benefit me.

"Why so late?"

I shrugged and got into the bed. I should be the last person saying they're tired, but I really am. And my back hurts so this bed is my best friend. Anthony took off his shirt and I got excited, thinking that he was staying in tonight but he changed into a black shirt with a hoodie over it. "You're leaving again?"

He nodded in silence and shoved a few things in his pocket. Again, I didn't mean to, but I felt a wave of emotion take over me. My eyes started to water a little bit but I told myself I'd look dumb if I cry right now. He kissed my forehead "Stay in the bed, alright. And don't answer the door for anybody, I got keys. Make sure your friend keeps a eye on you."

I nodded a little bit, not looking him in the eye. I kept my focus on my fingers fondling around each other. I sniffed loudly. "You're gonna be good. I don't wanna leave you here either. I would bring you with me but I'm not about to put you in danger." Anthony said.

"Are you done? Like, come on now." Said a voice from the door and I knew it was Pheonix.

"No, he's clearly not done. Leave him alone."

"Alright but he's taking ages to say shit he done said a billion times before. Yes nigga we get it, you don't want Cameron to get hurt because you love him so dearly. Beautiful story. Now leave and handle your business, damn."

If I wasn't in this predicament right now...

"I'll see you later. Don't be worrying, get some rest." He kissed me again and left. Pheonix sat down on the bed.

"So—"

"There's a whole room across from here."

"Yeah but I gotta keep a eye on you and make sure you don't fall or anything."

I closed my eyes. Everyone thinks all of a sudden I don't know what balance is anymore.

I just decided I would force myself to fall asleep so I don't have to deal with Pheonix talking to me and I don't have to think about Anthony.

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I don't know how long I was sleeping for but it was at least 3 in the morning when I felt a cold clothed body wrap around me. I immediately turned over and let myself get comfortable.

I acted like I didn't hear it, but Anthony's breath was unsteady behind me. I felt it too. He kept grasping onto me every so often. Back and forth he got in and out the bed, going into the bathroom then coming back out. I wanted to ask him what's wrong but I knew he'd probably just say 'Nothing'.

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