《Skinny (Cameron Dallas fanfic)》22.
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By now the boys had either gone home or went to their new apartments. The Jacks and Matt & Carters happen to be in the same building as ours, just different floors.
We had just come back from dropping my parents and Hayes off at the airport. My dad wasn't too happy about the baby but my mom didn't seem mad at all.
"Do you think dad hates me?" I questioned as me and Nash walked up the stairs to the apartment.
"He could never hate you Lex. He's probably just in shock like I was." He explained, pulling his keys out.
When Nash and I walked in the front door we found Cameron dead asleep on the couch. Walking over to the chair I grabbed the blanket that was laying on the side and walked back over to Cam. Laying down next to him I spread the blanket over us and snuggled into his side soon falling asleep.
When I woke up next there were terrible pains in my stomach. I looked around and noticed that I was now in our bedroom but alone. I felt the sheets were damp a little so I turned the side table lamp on and looked down.
"Cam!" I screamed, there was a pool of blood below me.
"Lexi what's wrong?" He ran in the room frantically.
"I'm bleeding." I motioned down to the stained sheets.
"Holy shit we're going to the hospital right now." He seemed to start panicking.
Quickly changing my pants we hurried down into the car and speed off towards the hospital.
All that could be heard was the beeping of the different machines that were hooked up for me. Cam and I sat there quietly just holding hands, waiting for the doctor to come back. They had just done some tests to see if the baby was okay or not.
"Hello Mr Dallas and Mrs Grier." The doctor greeted us as we walked in.
"Hi." I simply answered, wanting to hear the answers already.
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"So I'm sorry to tell you but unfortunately the baby didn't make it."
With those words my body completely froze.
"W-what?" Cam asked with a shocked expression on his face.
"I'm so sorry for your loss." He gave a sad small smile before walking out of the room.
"Cam!" I whaled into his shoulder.
We broke down crying in each others arms. I can't believe our babies gone. We never even got to figure out the gender or picked out baby names.
"It'll be okay Lexi." Cam tried to sooth me.
I could tell that he was on the verge of a breakdown too.
"Let's just go." I said in a monotone voice and ripped the wires off my chest and changed back into my clothes.
The second we got home I ran into my own bed room and locked the door. I flung myself onto the bed and cried into the pillow.
1 week later
I have barley left my room since I had the miscarriage. The only person I let in was Nash and Cam once. I just couldn't seem to look at his face without imagining if the baby would have looked like him.
"Baby you have to eat." Cam knocked on the door.
The thing was since I found out the news I couldn't eat. Everything Nash brought me in I just threw in the trash.
I heard the door open and the bed dip down but I just kept my eyes on the wall in front of me.
"Please baby for me?" He asked wrapping his arms around me.
"I can't." I simply stated with no emotion in my voice at all.
"Lexi get up!" Cam shouted and started shaking me.
My vision went blank before I opened my eyes and looked around. I was back on the couch facing Cam.
"Are you okay baby? You were crying in your sleep?" He asked, wiping away my tears I hadn't even realized were falling down my cheeks with his thumbs.
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"I had a d-dream that we lost the baby." I confessed still crying.
"Well our babies still on there safe and sound." He placed his hand on my baby bump.
"We find out if it's a boy or girl next week." I reminded him of the appointment.
I moved closer to Cam trying to fully get myself to calm down from that awful dream. My baby is fine and healthy is was I kept repeating in my head.
"I hope it's a girl." Cam thought out loud.
"I want a little boy so he can protect his little sister." I admitted smiling.
I remember when we were younger and Nash would always defend me from all the bullies. That was until we were sophomores in high school and Nash left to do online schooling. That's when all these people kept calling me overweight and ugly.
"I'll be right back." I excused myself from the couch and walked into our room.
I pulled off my shirt and went on a search for one of Cameron's that didn't smell like stinky boy sweat. I stopped in front of the mirror and turned towards the side.
My face automatically fell. You could see my baby bump clear as day.
"What are you doing?" Cam questioned as he walked up behind me and snaked his arms around my waist.
"I'm getting fat again." I complied, turning into his chest.
"Lexi looked at me" he demanded, lifting my chin somy eyes could meet his, "you are not and have never been fat. This is just from the baby growing, you'll be back to you're perfect little self in no time."
"I love you." I smiled up at him, slipping on the shirt I found on the dresser.
"I love you too." He leaned down and kissed me.
"Ew guys learn how to close a door." Nash complained walking by.
"You're just jealous!" I screamed back at him and laughed.
We both walked out to the kitchen to find Nash looking through the mail.
"Yes it came!" He yelled, holding up a package.
"What's that?" I questioned.
"Oh you'll see." He looked up and smirked, then started to open the package.
"You're welcome." He said holding up an object.
It seemed to be a beanie with writing on the front that said "The cool uncle"
"You want your nephew or niece to wear that?" I pointed to it with a weird expression on my face.
"Oh I don't want them too I except them too. And when do you find out the gender?" He asked folding up the piece of cloth and placing it on the counter.
"Next week, you can go if you want." I shrugged and went to grab some water from the fridge.
Just then there was a knock on the door and my brother went to answer it. He came back around the corner followed by Matt and Carter.
"Make me a sandwich." Matt demanded and sat at the counter.
"I know you are not talking to me." I glared at him.
"Of course not I was talking to um Carter!" He rushed out.
"Good answer." I smugly smiled and took the seat next to him.
I wasn't exactly sure where Cameron had ran off too considering he was behind me a few minutes before.
"What the hell is this?" Carter asked holding up the babies new hat.
"Something Nash bought the baby." Cam appeared out from behind me.
"Are you going to actually put that on the kid?" He was still inspection the little hat.
"Damn right they are." Nash piped up smiling creepily at me.
"Please stop smiling like that it makes it look like you need to take a massive shit." I told him.
We all seemed to start laughing at my weird comment.
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