Imagine you and Cameron have a baby girl and this is how your first year of parenting turned out.
The baby's name is going to be Emma
Reader's POV
"Cameron, where's her bottle?" I asked him, trying to calm down our crying baby girl.
"It's in the fridge," He said, not looking away from the TV.
I huffed and hurried towards the fridge with Emma in my arms. I grabbed the bottle from the fridge and popped the nipple of the bottle in her mouth. Finally calming down, she silently drank her bottle.
I sighed in exhaustion and sat down beside Cameron on the couch.
"You probably wish I pulled out," Cameron commented, making me whack his chest with my hand.
"Ouch!" He said, making Emma giggle a bit before turning back to her drink.
*Time Skip*
"AH! Y/N! She peeped on me!" Cameron shrieked from the living room.
I chuckled and continued to make dinner.
"Y/N!" Cameron came running in with Emma in his arms.
"I'm making dinner, you change the diaper." I said, not turning to him.
He stomped his foot like a little kid before hurrying off towards the changing table.
*Time Skip*
It was peaceful.
No sound, not even a creak.
I was in Cameron's arms as we were fast asleep.
But then we both heard crying coming from Emma's room.
"Bab-" I cut Cameron off.
"It's your turn," I replied, snuggling into the covers more.
He huffed in frustration before getting up and heading to Emma's room while I smiled in victory.