#teedoodlez

Daysha never thought her life would circle back to revolving around Cameron.

Not after that night.

Not after the doctor's words.

Not after she spent two hours in her car sobbing in the parking lot because she was pregnant with the same man's child who pretty much said fuck her feelings.

But time had a twisted sense of humor.

Now?

Her baby boy, Caisen, six months old and chunky with deep dimples, slept sprawled across her chest most nights. His soft breaths on her neck made it feel like the world slowed down just for them.

And across the city, in a house she would never set foot in again, Sierra had given birth to her own son—Camden—a few months before. Another boy with Cameron's whole face.

Two boys with two different mothers and one messy, narcissistic father trying to pretend he didn't make a mess of his world around him.

Cameron did what Cameron always did, he stayed. Not out of loyalty but, out of guilt.

And because Sierra was unraveling due to Cameron weighing on her emotions.

Sierra's sweetness had worn off just around when Caisen turned 3 months.

Cameron never told Daysha everything, but what he did say painted the picture clearly..

"She don't like me bein' out. Don't like me coming to see Caisen. Don't like my teammates. Don't like my damn mama."

"I can't sit in the bathroom too long or she swear I'm cheatin'."

"She be screamin' while the baby sleep. I can't even think in there."

"She don't let me be myself. Like she hate me"

It wasn't Daysha's business.

She didn't care. This was his karma but she did find herself feeling bad every now and then

And every time he came over to spend time with their son... he found a way to slide the conversation back to her.

He always showed up with that same quiet, beaten-down energy, wearing sweats and a fitted tee like he was trying to add to the drama..

At least that's how Daysha saw it.. but little did she know he  bc was actually miserable at "home"

And every time he saw Caisen?

His whole face melted.

"Look at my lil man," he whispered, picking him up with gentle hands. "Damn, seem like he get bigger every day."

He'd sit on the couch, bouncing the baby on his knee, eyes soft in ways he never was with anyone else.

But eventually—as always—his eyes drifted to her.

"You ain't miss me not one bit?" He genuinely questioned. He felt she didn't understand how bad he wanted to come back home

"Cameron.. please let it go." She sighed, continuing to wash Caisen's bottles

"I'm saying though, I miss-"

Daysha always cut him off.

"No. We not doin' that, Cam."

But she could lie to herself, not God. She did have her weaker moments—her slip-ups.

It happened around Caisen's two-month mark.

She had just put the baby down, exhausted, milk-stained tank top clinging to her. Cameron had shown up unannounced, eyes dark, jaw set, hands itching for something.. something he was well familiar with.

"You still mad at me?" he murmured, cornering her at the counter.

"Dude leave me alone." She laughed pushing at his chest playfully

But then he leaned down—like muscle memory took over before sense did, kissing her.

Her body betrayed her first.

Her heart betrayed her second.

They fell into each other the way addicts fall back into habits.

"s-shit!" she cried into the pillow, Cameron delivering slow, deep strokes up into her from behind.

The two were lying on Daysha's king-sized bed in a cuddling position. Cameron behind her stroking her deeply gripping her boob, kissing her shoulder every other stroke.

He was making love to her, he wanted her to feel how much he loved her.

"I love you so fucking much, mama" he moaned out rolling her hard nipple between his thick fingers, angling his hips differently grinding on a spongy spot he felt

"oh—ouu shitttt, right there right there." She screamed, head thrown back pussy gushing on his dick.

He took that as an opportunity to suck on her sensitive spot on her neck and up her jaw. He was in such a euphoric state watching the woman's love faces and how vulnerable they were for each other at the moment.

Old memories washing over him, how'd she been treating him as if he was an afterthought now.

Feeling his heart get heavy and throat burn, he was about to cry. The pleasure, the memories, his emotions. He was overwhelmed and only wanted to hear one thing...

"Tell me you love me ma, p-please.." he clung tighter to Daysha feeling both of their climaxes approach

Daysha brought a shaky hand back to his face feeling her orgasm about to take her over the edge.. she just needed him to get her there

"Ohh fuck! Shut up and f-fuck me nigga!" She cried out rutting her hips back against him, face screwed up in pleasure.

Cameron on the other hand felt hopeless— tears dropping on their own but he clung to her tighter lips on her neck. A few pumps later and the two reached their climax.

Letting out a huff Daysha was limp on the bed—Cameron trying to cuddle with her but she took the last bit of strength to push him off.

'she bein' so fuckin' mean to me' Cameron thought, he wanted to voice it but he couldn't shake the thought of him sounding like a bitch.

She didn't kick him out of the bed so he'd take what he could get...

Not that it mattered much because of what she said after did nothing but solidify what he was feeling.

"This don't change nothin'," she whispered.

Cameron had stared at her, jaw tight, frustration all over his face.

"You really don't love me no more?" He asked sincerely but Daysha didn't really catch the mood

actually, she did.. she just didn't care

"Cam, you just fucked the shit out of me, don't start this shit right now." She spoke with her back to him, closing her eyes

Cameron didn't know what to say, so he just left it alone. His feelings were far too hurt to argue

Cameron felt so played with that he even tried bringing Caisen to his house..where Sierra lived. Like he didn't know Sierra borderline hated Daysha

And only like Caisen enough to tolerate him.

Daysha absolutely refused to let her baby go to that woman's house.

Not after the shit she pulled on social media trying to get a rise out of Daysha. Spreading lies and misinformation, personal business that was about Caisen

@SierraBaby:

"Whole time bitches be swearin they the main but he come home to ME ..stay safe luv."

@SierraBaby:

"It's 100 degrees outside and yo baby in the house.. no A/C"

@SierraBaby:

"This bitch baby had a hernia on his privates.. the fuck you doin to him?"

Daysha promised Cameron that she would have a beat ass if she came up on her. Now never responding publicly, she wasn't about to give Sierra what she wanted

But she damn sure did confront Cameron

"I handled it," he claimed. "She was trippin'. You know how she is."

"How she is?" Daysha repeated. "You her man, get her together. She can be mad with me all day long but don't let the bitch say nothin' else about my son." She was mean about it but oh well

He always said the same weak "my bad."

"Yeah yo' bad." She mumbled

‘punk ass nigga’

So no—her baby wasn't going to that house.

He wasn't breathing the same air as that woman.

Cameron still came over to see him though.

Always at Daysha's house running behind her, always respectful around Caisen. Still... he had his toxic moments where she was over his shit.

This was one of those moments

It was a Friday.

Cameron was stretched out on her bed—the one he used to sleep in to escape the reality he created—shirt off, chain link still on, their baby drooling on his chest.

Music played quietly from her Alexa throughout the house. Her phone was charging on the pillow next to him.

She had stepped out to finish her meal prep for the week.

That minute was all he needed.

Cameron glanced at her Lock Screen and saw a notification

"Ant: I had a good time last night, beautiful."

That alone made his stomach grow uneasy. But the moment he opened the phone and saw the thread?

'She really fuckin' with this nigga? The fuck?' He thought to himself eyebrows furrowed reading the messages.

He forgot he was holding his son.

Dates, selfies, texts full of affection. How she used to talk to him

The worst one yet... Ant standing in the same house he was in right now.

Cameron's chest tightened with a rage that felt primitive.

By the time Daysha walked back in, he was sitting upright, baby laid in his crib now but, his eyes were lethal.

"You good?" she asked, wiping her hands with a towel.

He didn't answer.

He just stared at her.

"Ant been fuckin' you too?" He spoke crudely

She blinked slowly, she needed the words to process what had just come out of his mouth

"Cam, what—" she scrunched her face

He stood up, face beat red.

"I asked you a question." He stalked toward her with a crazy look in his eye

"And if he was? The fuck you goin' through my phone for?" she snapped.

"You got another man in the house my son lay his head in? Another man in the house I paid for?" He looked at her like she had two heads

"Then yo' trifling ass go and fuck him.." he lowly spoke scoffing, that statement took her for a fucking loop

"...with my nut leaking from outta' you." He laughed sarcastically looking down, then looking back up at the shit face she had.

Her mouth dropped open.

"You deadass right now?" she demanded. "You got TWO kids! With TWO different women! Was fuckin' us both! While claimin' you love me! And you worried about who takin' me on a damn DATE?"

His nostrils flared.

"Did he fuck you?" He was growing impatient with asking the same question

"That's none of your business." She retorted

Wrong thing to say.

Cameron's voice dropped to a deadly tone

"Everything in this muthafucka' my business." He stooped to her height eyebrows scrunched

"No," she shot back, louder. "All your business is Sierra, y'all's son, your house, and, your choices. Not me and my son. Trust me, I got us." She was done with his shit and tried stepping around her but he wasn't letting that happen

"I'm trying so fuckin' hard not to choke yo' ass out right now Daysha.." he fired back, pacing. "Caisen got my fuckin' last name so my son is my business." He gritted out vein protruding from his neck. He was starting to scare her but she wouldn't back down from him

'fuck him' she thought

"That can change.." she laughed bitter. "This my house. My bed. And that's my baby. He came outta me, the only thing you contributed was DNA and money."

That one hit him.

He pointed at the phone.

"You entertained that nigga while I was here bein' a father, tryna do right by you, Daysha." His voice cracked but the angry expression on his face was still prevalent

"You weren't bein' my man," she corrected. "Two different things."

An ugly silence filled the room.

Cameron's breathing got heavier and he started to pace again, his big frame making her start to hyperventilate, the look in his eyes when he looked at her..

If looks could kill

"Get out," she said finally, she'd be lying if she said she felt safe at the moment

He looked down to her, now all in her face, intimidating her, "the fuck you just say to me?"

"Get. Out." She looked everywhere but him, but she could just feel him staring directly at her

He laughed.. like a fucking maniac, then got quiet. Daysha still looking at the ground trying to inch for the door

"..sit on the bed, Daysha." He said out of nowhere not even looking her direction. She whispered a quiet no and continued for the door

Suddenly his voice boomed

"SIT YO' DUMBASS DOWN DAYSHA! NOW." His voice boomed, which startled her. She cautiously made her way to the bed

"Cameron I told you to fuckin' leave, you doing this yelling gone' wake the baby up, now get ou-" she was going but cut herself off with how fast he was moving to get in her face

"Daysha I don't want you to do shit but shut up and think.." he was bent down now whispering to her looking her dead in the eye

"I'll hurt you in real life, Daysha.." he laughed gripping her chin. The laugh didn't reach his eyes and he looked so—different. The look in his eyes was faraway.

"...it's always been me and you and it's gone end that way." He mumbled now in her ear hand gripping her neck

Kissing at her jaw he went to whisper again, "I hate to get like this witchu', so go ahead and tell that bitch ass nigga that y'all over with.." he nodded his head toward her phone, noticing her hesitancy he went to look he directly in the face.

She started to cry, she couldn't look him in the eyes, all this mess had driven him to be a whole other person. And she still had yet to get the phone

"Do what I just said, is you fuckin' stupid?" He gritted out shaking her by the hold on her neck—her now crying out shaking her hand

Grabbing at his hands she tried to pry them off but had no luck—breathing was getting harder so she started to thrash around.

"I just wanted you to fuckin' love me Daysha! You the reason this happenin'." He cried out shouting, pressing down harder, squeezing tighter. Caisen woke up from the chaos and started to wail out—in a way it seemed he was crying for help for his mommy.

Running out of options she tried to reach for the phone but she started to get lightheaded and dizzy, losing the ability to move and breathe—chest burning like it was on fire.

The last thing she saw was Cameron over her, hands around her neck, and his tears mixing with hers.

As she went limp on the edge of the bed, no more fight in her he dropped down to his knees next to her limp body. Hugging her he was no longer present mentally, passing out right next to her.

The beeping noises in the hospital room were echoing throughout her ears as she came to. Tubes down her throat, IVs all in her arms. Looking at her elated mother she tried to speak but winced. Everything was so painful..

"Nurse! She's up, her eyes are open." Her mom cried from the door, pressing the button for nurses over and over

The doctor came in and gave her the prescribed medication, and referred her to a therapist for the trauma. He closed with, "Nurses are coming to remove the tube and detectives are coming to take your statement." Her mom thanked him but Daysha was a complete wreck

She had to make a statement? She didn't get the option of whether she wanted to press charges or not? She started to spiral her heart rate shooting up, and nurses came to calm her before removing the tube

The detectives were wrapping up their interview with her but she had questions, "What if I don't want to press charges? Just a restraining order.." she rasped out hopeful but the detective gave a look of disapproval

"Ma'am we're past that, you had to be resuscitated three times, and the shared child wailed for an hour straight. Your neighbors had to call. It's a miracle you're alive. Mr. Cade was also found unresponsive in the room due to an unknown substance in his system." His words settled in and broke her heart

"Where's my baby?" She looked to her mom panic rushing through her. "He's fine baby, yaya got him." She eased her, referring to her grandma.

"..is Cameron okay?" She whispered, scared of the answer remembering the last sight of him she had.

The detective sighed, "I can't say much but he is in stable condition and up walking around." He got ready to leave out before stopping.

"Just so you know, you legally cannot see him for the moment." He spoke before heading out completely.

Everything was happening so fast, they had diagnosed Daysha with PTSD and had her taking medication for it. And finally, they had made it to the last day of Cameron's trial—where a verdict would be read.

"Mr. Cade," Judge Holloway began, her voice firm but even as she folded her hands over the bench. "This court has reviewed the evidence, the victim impact statement, and your record. While this is your first official offense, the severity of the incident leaves no room for leniency."

Cameron's jaw flexed once, but he kept his eyes forward.

"Domestic violence is not a lapse in judgment. It is a choice—one with consequences. Today, those consequences come in three parts."

The courtroom was silent.

"First," she continued, "you are hereby ordered to pay a fine of three million dollars. This is reflective of both the seriousness of the offense and your financial capacity."

A murmur rippled through the gallery.

"Second, you will complete a certified twenty-four-week anger management and batterer's intervention program. Attendance is mandatory. Failure to complete the program will be considered a violation of your sentence and you will be ordered to spend a minimum of three years in the state prison."

Cameron's attorney shifted uncomfortably.

"And finally," Judge Holloway said, leaning forward slightly, "you will abide by all related protective orders currently in place. You will have no contact with the victim unless modified by the court. And custody screenings and schedules will be discussed in my chamber and decided by the end of the month, until then 7 month old Caisen Cade will remain in the custody of his mother. "

Her gavel came down with a decisive crack.

"Sentence imposed. Court is adjourned."

a/n : thank yall for readinggg!! I’m lowkey running out of plots so… chat come in clutch and give me some plz

Cameron hated Hollywood parties.

The fake energy. The cameras pretending not to be cameras. The people pretending not to be pretending. Every time he walked into one of those velvet-rope gatherings, it felt like somebody put a spotlight on his back

But tonight he swore he was minding his own damn business. He had his drink and sported his nicely pressed tuxedo, leaning against the marble like he was just another statue the owner had paid for.

And then she had walked in.

Syrenity Laurent.

The nepo-baby princess of the Laurent family.

That perfect posture and strut in her walk like it had been practiced for years.

Silky straight bundles down her back, diamond studs like tiny stars.

Designer gown clinging to a nice curvaceous body, sashaying throughout the mansion.

'damn she got a ass on her' he thought

She didn't look at people—she looked past them.

When she passed Cameron the first time, she didn't even offer the courtesy Hollywood smile celebrities give when they're pretending to be humble.

She straight up looked him up and down.

And scoffed.

Like no matter how much money he had now—she looked at him as scum

Cameron bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

He'd been through situations like this one too many times. He wasn't even in the mood for disrespect, not tonight.

But she doubled back.

Lifted her champagne flute.

And said in her soft, posh voice

"I didn't know they let just anyone into these events." She said despite knowing who he was

Cameron blinked slowly.

"...What?" he muttered face turned up. "Who the hell is you talkin' to?"

She didn't flinch, same blank expression on her face. "You. Obviously."

He stared at her for a long moment—those brown eyes, that cold expression, that subtle smirk like she was daring him to react. She was a beauty he wouldn't lie

'But she definitely is a bitch ' he thought

"Man, look..." Cameron finally sighed, shaking his head. "I'on even wanna say what I'm thinkin'. So 'imma move before I get disrespectful."

"Enjoy the party beautiful." He spoke, lifting his champagne flute

And he walked off, leaving her astonished. The man was so sexy and well composed and it got under her skin.

He thought that was the last time he'd see the spoiled princess of L.A.

But hours later—after rounds of Reposado, Ciroc, Hennessy, and whatever else you could think of floating through the party in rotation—he felt a tap on his chest.

He looked down and it was none other than Syrenity looking up at him.

Her beautiful brown skin glowing under the lights, eyes glossy, lips stained with the deep matte red lipstick she wore, and, parted like she'd wanted to kiss him already. Not a trace of that stuck-up attitude, just desire in her eyes.. and what seemed to be curiosity.

"You left," she said softly

"You was bein' rude," Cameron mumbled. "Wasn’t finna argue with you."

"I wasn't trying to argue," she lied, leaning in. "I was... testing the waters." She spoke softly, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. Her eyes seemed to reel him in.

"Nah," Cameron chuckled dryly, sipping from his new glass. "You was actin' like an asshole." He mumbled looking her straight in the eyes. He could tell she was drunk off her ass and he was past tipsy himself.

Instead of being offended, she smiled.

A slow, wicked smile.

"Do you want to come upstairs with me?"

He froze. "What?"

"I said," she whispered, sliding her manicured hand up and down his chest, "do you want to come upstairs?" Grabbing his glass out his hand, he barely noticed too caught up in her.

The house was relatively dark so he couldn't see much but he looked at her like she had two heads.

"Girl you drunk as fuck and don't know what you askin' for.." he shook his head at her. She wasn't taking no for an answer pressing herself against him, his hand dropping to the dip of her back.

She pushed his glass up to his chest and he took it, the heavy eye contact never breaking.

"You're no fun. Just come upstairs with me?" She quirked her eyebrow at him and he smacked his teeth sipping from his glass, foolishly so.

He should've said no.

He should've remembered who he was, where he was, and the fact that unlike Hollywood babies, he could lose everything in a second.

Instead, he gave in and followed her.

The music downstairs thumped through the floor. A giant bedroom glowed purple with LED strips, a California king in the middle with not much else in the room, other than the huge flat screen on the wall and the single nightstand on the side.

Syrenity sat on the edge of the bed in front of Cameron gazing up at him a smirk cracked on her face. Cameron though, was woozy and could barely speak. He didn't even know where he was anymore.

"Aww, poor baby." She now stood up, "I know what'll make you feel better, baby boy." She cooed, knuckles brushing his face, and he wrapped his arms around her hips for stability.

"You ever tried ecstasy?" she asked softly

Cameron stared at her with dazed eyes. "N-nah." He whispered

He tried to stand on his own, as if he'd walk out,

‘But that just wasn’t possible possible.’ She thought

She smirked. "Oh, don't be like that handsome. It'll make you feel so good." "Both of us.." she trailed off pulling out a baggy of pills from her purse.

He shook his head weakly. "I can't—" head now on her shoulder

"shhh, it's okay. Take it and I promise you'll feel good." She slipped the blue pill past his lips, before taking hers.

Minutes later, the pill hit.

And everything was heightened.

"Ouuu you fucking me s-so good!" She whined in reverse cowgirl gripping his ankles, him gripping her wide hips. Breast bouncing as she slammed down on his long, thick dick.

The two had been three rounds in a row, the effects of the ecstasy keeping Cameron hard and Syrenity eager to drain his balls.

"fu-ughhh!" He moaned out, digging his nails into her hips turning her on even more. "Keep bouncin' on this shit.." he groaned out letting one cheek go to smack it when she slowed.

That did nothing but fuel her movements making her come down harder, clenching her warm gummy walls on his hard veiny piece.

The mix of their cum and arousal dripping down his balls as they tightened up. Both of their orgasms quickly approaching, he bear hugged her from behind rapidly thrusting his hips up into her, disrupting her pace.

"fuuuck! you so d-deep.." she whimpered out, nails digging into his veiny forearms. High-pitched moans spilling from her mouth every time his bulbous tip hit that spot inside her and his heavy balls slapped against her messy pussy.

He groaned out reaching for her heavy breast, tugging her brown nipples between his fingers.

"Ouu I'm cumming! Cum in this pussy, baby!" Her voice cracked heavy feeling snapping in her belly. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, her whole body feeling like she was overheating.

Cameron was right behind her with his sloppy strokes chasing his orgasm, "mhmm I'm nuttin' all in this shit. You havin' my fuckin' baby.." he moaned out pumping deep, emptying his balls inside her for the fourth time tonight.

Syrenity collapses on the side of him the two trying to recover from their heightened orgasms. Cameron's body felt tapped out but his erection would not go down.

That only fueled Syrenity, getting on all fours she was ready to go again despite her clit being swollen and overstimulated.

"Shit.. come fuck me Cameron.."

All he remembered after that was the two passing out with their mess leaking from her

Ecstasy or not, she knew what she was doing.

And he was gone.

Cameron woke up naked, sweating, and his head pounding. Syrenity was already at the mirror fixing her earrings.

"Morning," he croaked.

She didn't look at him. "You're loud."

"...I just said morning."

"I know. And it was loud."

He blinked. "..fuck you so rude for?"

"I'm being myself," she said flatly. Then she turned and smoothed her dress. "Anyway. I need you again tonight."

He sat up. "Need me for what?"

"For sex, Cameron. What else?" She turned looking at him like he was stupid

He stared at her.

"No good mornin', no thank you, no nothin'?"

She shrugged. "Your performance speaks for itself."

He rubbed his temples. "Wow."

"The sex was good, I'll give you that" she added. "But that's all." She grabbed her Chanel handbag, taking him in once more

"And your dick is sticky. Take a fucking shower.." she finalized walking out.

She said it so cold, but her thighs pressed together at the memories. The way he sexed her, she had to knock him down a couple of notches.

Or at least try.

And he knew then that he should've walked away.

But he didn't, and when she called late at night he delivered.

And that was the start.

They saw each other constantly. And at the same time not at all.

Syrenity would cling to him for days—rounds of sex, late night calls, giving him her attention —then disappear like he never existed.

Cameron hated the cycle.

But he hated how much he craved her more.

He'd send her flowers. Designer things. Send her money just because he wanted. She'd accept everything with zero regard for him and vanish for a week or two.

But this time? She'd been gone almost three months.

Cameron assumed it was done. Although he was hurt, he started talking to another girl. Nothing serious yet, they were just vibing.

Even posted a stupid TikTok with her—him goofing around, her laughing. Nothing romantic to him.

The comments called it the opposite of course, supporters shipping the two.

That didn't sit well with a certain someone when she saw it..

That night, he heard knocking.

Loud, purposeful knocking.

He checked the camera and it was no other than Syrenity.

Designer coat with the matching heels, sunglasses, face blank, and waiting. He opened the door.

"The fuck you doin' at my door?" he muttered, eyebrows furrowed

She brushed past him and walked in like she owned the place.

"I'm staying until your little friend leaves." She spoke simply taking a seat at his dining room table, where she could see everything

"What?"

"I speak very well, Cameron." She adjusted her shades

Cameron stared at her like she had lost her privileged ass mind.

"You ain't talk to me in months," he said slowly. "You ghosted me, used me, and now you wanna make demands?" He was about to tell her to leave but she cut in

"She needs to leave," Syrenity repeated calmly. "I'm not raising my voice. I'm not acting... ghetto. I'm telling you nicely."

Cameron swallowed.

"Syrenity, you gotta go, ma." He huffed stressed, running his hand over his buzzed head.

"No," she said, adjusting her sunglasses. "You shouldn't have let me in. Now get the bitch out." She took her shades off putting them away

"...You were done with me," he snapped, his brain scrambled he was so confused.

She didn't respond.

Just sat there, waiting.

Cameron pinched the bridge of his nose, then walked to his bedroom.

"Yo," he said to the girl. "Look—just go home. I'll hit you later."

Syrenity called out from the hallway, "No, he won't."

The girl glared, grabbed her bag, and walked past Syrenity, muttering, "Crazy bitch."

Syrenity didn't blink, just kept staring forward until she heard the front door slam.

Then Cameron turned to her and went off..

"The fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted. "How you gon' pop back up here like you ain't been completely gone for damn near three months? Huh? How you gon' tell another woman to get the hell out my house like you can do that?"

She looked him right in the face.

Still expressionless.

And that made him even angrier.

"No emotion," he growled. "None. I was pourin' into you, breakin' my neck tryna understand you, and all you do is act like you too damn good to care."

"I never said I was too good," she said quietly.

"You ain't have to say it," he snapped. "You act it. You a selfish bitch sometimes, Syrenity. Forreal."

The words hit her hard, and for a second her face stilled, then her eyes warmed, then filled.

"...Why would you say that," she whispered.

"Because it's the truth."

She blinked, big tears streaming instantly falling too fast, her tears coming all at once.

"You don't understand," she choked. "You don't..Cameron, you don't know what it's like to—"

"What?" he barked. "To what? Be rich as hell? Never have to grind for that shit? Fuck outta' here with that..."

She shook her head violently. "No! To not feel safe with anybody! To not trust anybody! To not know what love actually feels like—my parents never gave me attention unless cameras were around, they were never there. No hugs. No I love yous. Nothing. So I don't know how to... how to stay. How to handle it when someone makes me feel things that—" She broke down again

Her breath hitched. Trying to get up and leave, her knees buckled. She reached for the counter but missed and ended up clinging to Cameron's hoodie instead, sobbing into his chest.

"And I didn't want anyone else to have you," she cried frustrated. "Not after how you looked at me. How you touched me. How you were gentle with me. I didn't want anyone to replace me. I didn't want to share you with anyone ever...ever. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Cameron exhaled, long and pained.

He lifted her easily, placing her onto the kitchen counter.

Wiped her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Damn, girl," he muttered. "You a whole crybaby under all that attitude." He chuckled

She tried to look away, but he held her chin. "Look at me." And she did.

Cameron kissed her slow, promising.

She kissed back like he was the air she needed to breathe.

When he pulled back, she chased his lips, whining softly.

"Cameron," she whispered, grabbing his hoodie. "Please... fuck me. Please. I need it."

He actually laughed, that stupid smile that made her heart jump.

"Nah." He shook his head at her

Her mouth fell open. "No?"

"That's what I said"

"But—"

"Nah. You not fixin' shit with sex no more," he said, stepping back from her legs even as she tried to hook them around him. "I ain't lettin' you disappear again just to pop back up when you feel like it. That cycle dead."

She stared at him, chest rising fast, fear creeping up again.

"So what do you want?" she whispered.

"I want you to go to therapy."

Syrenity froze. "Therapy."

"Yeah, therapy," he repeated. "You need to let all that shit your family put on you go. All that abandonment, all that fear, all that... whatever you got goin' on that make you run away every time I show you love."

She swallowed hard.

"And what if I don't want therapy?"

"Then we done."

And that made her damn chest hurt. "Cameron—"

"Nah," he said firmly. "I love bein' around you. I love the way you look at me when you actually let yourself feel. But I ain't lettin' you drain me of everything then throw me away."

Her voice shook. "I'm not throwing you away."

"You was damn close."

She looked down at her hands. "You're the only person who's ever made me feel safe. And that terrifies me."

"I know," he said softly. "But runnin' ain't gon' fix it."

She lifted her red eyes that were wet and desperate.

"And if I go?" she whispered. "If I actually do the work...you'll stay?

Cameron stepped between her legs, putting his forehead to hers.

"I been here," he murmured. "You the one runnin'. You show me you tryna change? I'm here witchu'."

A tear slid down her cheek.

"...Okay," she breathed. "I'll go."

"Good," he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "Then we startin' fresh. All that shit in the past. But no more disappearin', no more ghostin' me 'cause you scared."

She nodded slowly.

"Cameron?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you hold me... just for a little bit?"

He lifted her off the counter, held her against his chest, her thick thighs around his waist. She buried her face into his neck, breathing him in like he was a breath of fresh air.

And he held her tighter than he meant to.

They both knew she had a ways to go but this was a start

Thank yall for readinggg!!

It’s not crazy cam but don’t worry 😉

Thanksgiving tmr and I can’t wait to eatuhhhh.. I wish tyriq was on my plate

ANYWAYS!

Daysha physically couldn't cry anymore.

Not over Cameron. Not over the years she had given him, not over all the pieces of herself she had handed to a man like him.

She'd cried herself dry last year. When he started distancing himself on purpose, claimin' he needed "space" for the league. When he started posting Sierra more. When he kept callin' Daysha after games talkin' 'bout "I miss you" like her heart was some damn revolving door.

But tonight? After the shit he'd pulled?

Tonight was it for her, he'd officially broken her heart.

Tonight she was done..

It started with Cameron acting.. distant towards her, something he'd never done. Not wanting her to show at any press tours, any games, and definitely not media day—where he made the announcement.

She sat on her couch, oversized t-shirt swallowing her curvaceous body, sew-in tied up, fingers shaking as she reread Sierra's post again. Sierra smiling big, soft, glowing like pregnant women do. Cameron behind her, hands on her stomach, kissin' her cheek like he was the sweetest man alive.

"Baby Cade loading..."

The caption made Daysha's throat burn. She wasn't stupid, she had already felt it she just didn't want to believe it.

She clicked off her phone and swallowed hard. She had no more tears for him. He'd successfully sucked the life out of her. All she had left was the hollow, quiet ache that felt like someone reached inside her chest and scraped her heart out with their nails.

Knock!

Knock!

Two knocks hit the door.

Then another.

Knock!

Knock!

Then pounding shaking the door frame as if it'd break, startling Daysha in the mix.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"Day," Cameron's deep voice dropped through the wood. "Open the door, ma. Stop playin' with me."

She rolled her eyes and stayed silent, her heart pounding nonetheless

He beat harder, he nearly rammed the door. Daysha now worrying if the door would be broken down, and about her neighbors.

"Get from my fuckin' door Cameron! I'm not playin'.." she retorted, genuinely hoping he'd leave

"Daysha... on everything, open this door before I really have to embarrass you in front ya' neighbors." He threatened still trying at the door

She exhaled through her nose.

Always the same, always will be.

When she didn't open it, Cameron muttered something under his breath, jiggled the lock, remembering how to push it just right from the outside. In an instant, the door popped open and he was in like she welcomed him.

Daysha didn't even look his way.

"You weird as hell for breakin' in," she mumbled.

Cameron stepped in wearing gray sweats and a hoodie, fresh from the team's meet and greet press conference she'd watched online. Smelling like Dior and outside. Hair freshly lined up and buzzed. Single gold chain link on his neck.

He looked too good for the hurt he caused.

"Told you to get that lock fixed," he hissed, shutting the door. "Why you been ignoring me?"

She snorted without humor. "I been busy."

He walked toward her with urgency, his tall frame crowding her small living room with confidence like the room owed him space.

"Busy doin' what?" he asked, eyeing her face. "You look like you been cryin'."

"Cam, this shit has gotten old..." she trailed, "it's fuckin' wrong and you know it." She huffed out in frustration

He stopped in front of her, jaw flexing, eyes already darkening like she'd offended him.

"We not doin' this shit again, daysha." he dismissed, voice deepening. "What's goin' on with you? Where this coming from now?"

She finally lifted her eyes.

"You just gonna' act like you don't know? You not about to play me for stupid in my own house" she felt anger rising from the very tip of her toes

He had her fucked up, to say the least

He frowned scrunching his eyebrows. "If I knew, I wouldn't be askin'. Damn."

Though it should've been obvious, selfishly he really didn't know

She laughed—a short, sharp, broken sound.

"Wow, that's crazy," she said, standing up. "That's crazy, Cameron." She got in his face wanting to get physical despite the size difference

He watched her chest rise and fall, confusion painted across his face.

Then he saw her phone on the couch.

Then he saw the paused screen of him and Sierra.

And suddenly Cameron's expression changed.

"Aw hell nah," he muttered, rubbing his forehead like she was unreasonable. "Day—"

She forced herself to create distance, knowing how bad she wanted to put her hands on him

"Don't you even fucking dare!" she snapped, voice cracking from how long she'd been holding it in. "Not tonight."

He blinked slowly, then stepped closer, like he was approaching a scared animal.

"Come here." He stalked towards her, grabbing her by both wrists pulling her into him

"No! Get the fuck off me!" She struggled against him, feeling her facade cracking, the tears trying to escape

"Daysha—"

"Cameron, stop! Just—stop." A mangled cry pierced the air from her.

She shoved his chest, not strong enough to move him but he let her go

He stared at her like he didn't understand. He didn't think it was that deep. This was what came with it in his mind. Selfish

"You mad 'cause of... that?" he asked quietly, nodding at the phone.

She scoffed neck jerking back. "You got a baby on the way with your girlfriend. Why would I be mad? I'm the fool, right? I'm the—"

"You not no damn fool," he shot back instantly. "Stop sayin' that shit."

"You made me one." Her voice cracked, wrapping her arms around herself to console

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably...maybe he felt guilt seeing the mess he'd made of her

"Nah. Nah, don't do that. Don't pull that victim shit on me now." He got defensive

Daysha stepped back nodding her head at his audacity. "I'm not fucking playing victim. I'm just finally seein' it clear." Tears streamed down her almond-toned face

Cameron reached for her again; she slapped his hand away.

He clenched his jaw, balling his fist at his sides like the rejection physically hurt.

"I congratulated y'all," she said, voice trembling. "I said what I needed to say."

She was so over it and just wanted him gone but he couldn't do that

"You texted me 'Congrats' being petty," he snapped. "You got me fucked up."

She laughed again, sadder this time.

"What? You wanted a hug? You wanted me to rub her stomach too? Pick out baby names? What you want from me, Cam?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again.

"I want—"

His jaw tightened.

"I want you to stop actin' weird."

"Weird?" she repeated, stepping closer. "You callin' me weird? After all this time? After all the shit you told me? After everything we did behind that girl back?"

Cameron's nostrils flared, guilt flashing quick then disappearing behind annoyance.

"Man, don't say it like that."

"Say it like what? That's the truth.." she aggressively wiped her tears

"You tryna make me sound grimey." He smacked his teeth

"You are grimy. A nasty ass grimey nigga" she retorted

He inhaled sharply like she'd slapped him.

"...Aight," he whispered. "Okay. That's how you feel?"

Daysha didn't answer.

She walked to the kitchen to get space, but Cameron followed her like he always did

He swore he couldn't live without her..

"Day," he murmured, voice dropping low, coaxing. Turning her to face him. "Come on, ma. You know what it is with us." He lowly spoke to her tilting her chin up to look him in the eyes

"No, I don't," she said, him leaning down to peck her lips, down to her collarbone tears finally welling. "Explain it to me. Explain how you loved me your whole damn life but somehow couldn't choose me. Explain how you promised me all that shit then left me in the shadows while you played house with somebody else." She pushed his head back looking into his eyes that also shared hurt—but not the same hurt

She loved him so much and wanted nothing more than to be with him, but that wasn't an option

Because she'd never come first..

She turned her head, wiping her cheeks angrily.

"Explain how you slept with me the night before y'all went public." She mumbled

Cameron closed his eyes like the memory cut him too.

"Stop," he muttered.

"No. Say it. Say what you been doing to me."

He opened his eyes, pain shining through the anger now.

"You know why."

"No Cameron. I don't "

He exhaled, long and shaky, running a hand over his stressed expression.

"'Cause I need you," he said softly. "I need you in ways I don't need nobody else. You know damn well you my—"

"Don't say 'bestfriend.' Cause that's old as fuck"

"Then what you want me to call you?" he snapped. "My world? My weakness? 'Cause that's what the fuck you are. You been that since we were thirteen. You want me to say that out loud? Right now?"

Her lips parted.

He stepped close until his chest brushed hers.

"You want me to say I ain't never loved nobody the way I love you?"

He whispered it harshly like it pained him.

"You want me to say Sierra ain't never had me like you do?" He pointed to himself, tears making his eyes heavy.

"Then why her?" Daysha whispered.

Cameron looked down.

"I had to grow up," he said quietly. "And you—"

He hesitated.

"You make it real. Too real."

She stared at him, disbelief washing over her.

"That's the dumbest shit I ever heard."

He smirked disingenuously and bitterly. "Yeah. I know."

That's when it clicked, the only thing reasonable

"So you chose the girl that ain't gon' demand nothin' from you."

"What the fuck—" his voice rose before he was cut off

"You chose the easy one." She said more to herself, chuckling bitterly

Cameron quickly swiped the glass cup off the counter, and Daysha flinched.

"Stop tryna make this shit seem simple. It's way past that!" He shouted turning red in the face

"It is simple, Cam!"

He dragged both hands over his face, pacing like a man unraveling.

"You don't get it," he muttered. "You don't get what it's like bein' me. Everybody want somethin'. Coaches. My people. Fans. Sierra want the picture-perfect family, a perfect image—"

"What do I want then?" she cut in sharply.

He froze.

She stepped up to him, tears spilling now.

"What do I want, Cameron?"

He swallowed.

"You want me."

"Exactly," she breathed. "I wanted you. And you wanted me too—you just didn't want the responsibility of loving me, you don't want to be held accountable."

He looked away, jaw grinding.

"Day, don't—"

She shoved his chest again, harder this time.

"STOP CALLIN' ME THAT LIKE WE STILL GOOD!"

Silence.

Raw, painful, open silence.

Cameron stared down at her, heart in his stomach, panic edging in for the first time.

"Don't say that shit" he whispered hoarsely.

"It's true." She mumbled crossing her arms

"No. Don't fuckin' say that." His voice was shaken. "'Cause you know you don't even mean that shit." He scoffed

"This shit is wrong and I'm not doin' it anymore. Your baby deserves a faithful father" she spoke truthfully although the reality of it did hurt

"This shit so fucked up man.." he stressed, head in his hands. The room had gone quiet

Then he shot up grabbing for her waist

He almost grabbed her, but she moved before he got a good grip. "Why you doin' this shit to me, Daysha? I fuckin' love you with everything in me.." he cried now on his knees in front of her

He was past pulling at her heartstrings, he had her bawling her eyes out again. "I'd give my fuckin' life for you." He now cried into her shirt, gripping her waist.

On instinct, her hand went to caress his head to comfort him, but she snapped back to reality

She shook her head and pulled away.

"I'm done, Cam."

He froze like the words took the wind out of him.

"I'm done letting you hurt me," she added, voice barely there. "I'm done being your secret comfort when you need a break from your real life. I'm done letting you fuck me and go back to her like it didn't happen."

He couldn't do anything but stare at her in hurt.

Daysha moved toward the door.

"So that's it?" His voice shook. "You gon' leave me?"

"I'm leavin' what we had," she corrected. "Not you as a person. But the situation... that's done."

Cameron's hands flexed helplessly at his sides.

"You ain't fuckin' leavin' me," he muttered, chuckling to himself. No longer any tears present—like the old him was back

She stared at him, exhausted. "See? That's exactly why I am."

"On your' life you ain't..." he said, stepping to the door she held open. The weight of his words was heavy and the look in his eyes.. scared her.

She was stuck in fear

"I'll be seeing you, mama" he bent down to peck her lips, "cause trust me.. you stuck." He mumbled to her looking directly into her eyes

Her breath caught, but he was out the door before she could say anything.

About 2 months had passed and she hadn't heard anything from him and thought she had gotten rid of him for good.

She was so happy that her constantly being ill didn't even deter her attitude much.

Even now sitting in the doctor's office waiting for them to come back and tell her whatever was wrong—though she swore it was a stomach bug or the flu.

She'd still had her period—or what she thought to be so that wasn't even an option.

A knock came to the door and as expected it was the doctor, coming in with a smile on her face. Daysha definitely found that odd but—

"Congratulations Ms. Webb, you're about seventeen, almost eighteen weeks pregnant." The doctors smiled

'The fuck?' Daysha thought with a dumbfounded expression, is this what he meant..

"cause trust me.. you stuck."

a/n : sooo, I think I want a part 2 of this buts its up to yall, if not I got one more fic for Cameron Cade(so sad💔) and then I want to introduce tumblr to Keon Coleman😋..just lmk!