Cameron's P.O.V.

"So I guess tonight really is our last night in the apartment." I say smiling towards Shawn.

"Yup." he says smiling back. It's a weak smile, usually cast when he's holding something back. Since the test results, saying goodbye to Nevada, Derrick and Summer, the flight, and this ride home, he hasn't said one thing regarding the baby. I'm not gonna force him to talk about it either. At first I was pissed cause how can he honestly be sad that that baby isn't his but then I realized he spent a really long time thinking that the baby was; he's gotta have some kind of anger or confusion or sadness built up in him. Hopefully he'll talk tonight; I'll give him one of the best massages I've ever given him. Maybe see if it leads into something else.

"You want anything to eat?" I ask him. "It's 9 o'clock, so we'll probably have to get drive through."

"I'm not really hungry." he says. I roll my eyes, deciding in my head McDonalds. I pull into the drive through. He looks at me smiling. "I said I wasn't hungry." he says cutely.

"I know." I say smiling. "You want your usual?" I ask him.

"Yah." he says, trying to hide his smile.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just you."

"Oh wow. Thanks." I say laughing.

"No no, I didn't mean that in a bad way babe." He playfully hits my shoulder. "It's just like you know, I'm a little emotionally stressed about Summer and you're not pushing me to talk about it."

"Do you want me to?" I ask confused.

"No! No! I'm glad you're not making me talk about it. That's what I'm saying; that you're giving me some time to think before questioning me."

"Well I'm not gonna question you. I'm gonna let you come to me when you wanna talk about it." I say smiling.

"Thank you." he says looking out the window. I'm kind of sensing that he wants me to ask him so that he can rant to me about it. Maybe; maybe. I grab ahold of his hand. I lift it up to my face and kiss the top of it.

"I love you Shawn." He looks back at me smiling. I can tell he wants to cry; he's doing a good job of holding it back.

"I love you too Cameron." He lets go of my hand, and reclines his seat back. He stares out the window again. I pull through the drive through, ordering two number 10s with a large coke and large sprite. Shawn's been taking a liking to Sprite lately. We get our food and I start driving to our apartment. It's gonna be our real last night here. Shawn unbuckles, leaning his seat all the way back. I look at him smiling. A flashback flashes into my head:

The street light shines red. I slow to a stop. I look over at Shawn. His eyes are closed. Bruno Mars "Just the Way You Are" is playing.

"I love this song baby."

"I know." He says smiling. The light turns green and I start driving forward. In the middle of the intersection I look over at Shawn. Through his window I can see a large semi driving straight for my car. Time slows to almost a stop. I see Shawn laying there perfect almost asleep. I see his seatbelt is buckled, as is mine. I see the semi start to collide with my car. Shawn's window starts to bust, pieces of glass shattering into the air. The car is moving to the left now. I see Shawn's face stop smiling and feel my head collide with the space between the front seat and back seat window. Everything is black, and I hear a loud buzz. Then everything goes dead silent. (Excerpt from Chapter 45 of Shameron: Confusing Love.)

"Buckle up Shawn!" I yell, almost hitting my brakes. He jumps up scared at first.

"What the hell?" he says laughing. "You really scared me."

"Just buckle." I say smiling, but trying to be serious. I guess a doctor would say I have PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) but these flashbacks don't really happen that often.

"Are you the traffic police now or something?" he says laughing. He reclines his seat back up.

"No Shawn. Please just buckle." I say being completely serious now.

"Fine then." he says. Had he forgot that once upon a time I almost lost him in a fucking car accident?

"Thank you." I say. We sit in silence for a few minutes.

"What was that all about anyways?" he asks me, not making eye contact.

"Do you not remember that at one point in my life I had to stand by your side, the side of a hospital bed, not knowing if you were gonna live?" I ask. I'm not trying to be rude, just serious.

"Oh." he says. Oh; really?

"Yah." I say. The awkwardness could be felt in the air.

"I'm sorry." he says.

"You don't have to apologize." I say, a laugh escapes my mouth when I say apologize. "It's not your fault you almost died. I just don't want to ever have to go through anything like that again. I like you to be protected. You're my everything Shawn." He grabs ahold of my hand that's resting on the consul.

"That's not what I was apologizing for." he says. I pull the car into our parking space outside of our apartment; the last time I'll ever have to park here.

"What are you sorry for then?" I ask confused. I turn the car off, the roar of the engine dissipating, surrounding us with silence.

"For Nevada's baby." he says. I guess he's ready to talk about it now.

"You don't have to apolo-"

"Yes I do." he says, cutting me off, looking forward. He closes his eyes and then opens them again when he talks. "You never said it because you love me to much, but I know you were never going to be ok with that baby being ours. I know that every time you looked at her you'd be reminded of how I betrayed you." he stops talking, swallowing the lump in his throat. "She would have shattered us forever." I assume he meant Nevada than. "You're the one that stayed strong through all of it. You kept our pieces together, and you kept me together. All those times you held me while I was crying, I should have been holding you while you were crying because I'm the one that almost destroyed us." I open my car door, stepping out. I shut it behind me, walking around the front of the car, over to his side. I open his door and bend down hugging him. I pull his strong, built, warm body towards mine. He feels so small yet muscular in my arms. I push the seat belt release button, and back up so he can get out of the car. He steps out and stands up. I wrap my arms around him again, resting my head in the cradle of his neck and shoulder. "Are you ok?" he asks me. After a few seconds I respond, still hugging him.

"Yes baby boy. I'm perfectly fine." I pull back and peck a small kiss on his warm and soft lips. They feel so good against mine. I pull him into another hug. I've been so strong for him this whole time and never thought he noticed. The happiness I get from him actually knowing that I stayed strong for him feels so good.

"Are you sure? Cause you're not really saying anything right now." he laughs. I pull back and peck his lips again.

"I don't have to." I say smiling. "Grab the food. I wanna keep talking inside." He grabs the food, handing me the drinks, and we walk into our apartment. We sit down at the bar and we both get our food out in front of us. We don't have any plates here so we just lay the fry containers over on their sides. I ordered barbecue sauce for us to dip our chicken nuggets in because I knew we didn't have any in our empty fridge. There should be all kinds of ketchup packets in the bag for our fries.

"What do you wanna talk about?" he asks me nervously. I'm standing across from him, leaning against the bar.

"How are you?" I ask him. "How are you feeling about Nevada's baby not being yours? Are you ok?" He smiles and looks down wanting to cry. I leave my food and spot, walking around the bar behind him. I wrap my arms around his torso and push him forward a little bit, sliding onto the seat behind him. He moves up a little, resting in my lap. I lean my neck down kissing his with my lips. "I didn't wanna ask you, but I realized that you've been waiting for me to." His neck is turnt, his face turned towards mine.

"I'm ok." he says. His voice gives out while saying it.

"I know you're sad about the baby not being yours." I say, my heart hurting from admitting it to myself. I really didn't want to say it out loud but I did. I know that's how he feels. I don't know why, but I know it is.

"Woah." he says loudly, through his tears. "I'm not sad at all about that baby being mine. I never wanted that baby to be mine." he says. My heart starts beating a little faster. "In fact I'm happy she isn't ours." He said ours. That makes me wanna smile.

"Then why have you been sad and a little distant lately?" I ask him, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Because seeing that baby like that, it made me think about a few things." He lifts his drink up, taking a sip of his Sprite. "First off what if that happens to our baby. What if it's born to early, or has health complications."

"We'd nurse it back to health in the hospital." I whisper confidently  in his ear.

"And then it made me realize that we're actually going to have one of those living with us. An actually living, breathing, really small, human being. I'm going to be responsible for the life of that baby."

"And I'm gonna be here to help you." I say, wrapping my arms around his body. His abs feel really defined under my arms.

"And then what if I'm not a good dad Cameron? I have no idea what I'm supposed to do; who I'm supposed to be; what I'm going to be."

"You're not gonna be a bad dad." I whisper. "And besides if you are, they'll have me." A small laugh escapes his lips.

"Shut up." he says. "Seriously though."

"Shawn, there's no way humanly possible you're gonna be a bad father. You're the strongest, most ambitious, honest person I know. If anyone is meant to be a father it'd be you. I mean look at me. I'm loud, annoying, don't really have a career. If one of us should be concerned about being a bad parent it should be me." I say, laughing at the end.

"You're not annoying." he says cutely. "And your first movie was a total success at the box office." I slowly and subtle grind myself into him.

"Yah but that was only one movie." I grind under him again.

"Yah but it was a really good movie." he says, turning around making eye-contact. He's biting his lower lip. "A really sexy movie." He moves completely around, facing me, still sitting in my lap. He pushes his lips against mine. My hands wrap around his back.

"Wanna take this to the bedroom for the last time in this apartment?" I ask hotly, not breaking eye contact.

"Yes." he says, turning me on more.