Cameron's POV

Today was the day of the funeral. My parents and Phil had arrived early and were with me at Keiran's place. Max was also here and had been staying in one of the guest rooms. He had no idea what his wife had done and didn't want to be around her. He was extremely remorseful to me. I waved him off not wanting to dwell on the past. I needed to keep calm and focus on the future for myself and my children, nothing else mattered.

Maz had been charged as well and would be heading to court in the new year with Sarah. Max didn't want to return to his wife at all and had begun proceedings to seperate from her legally. She was a bitter, twisted woman who had in fact destroyed her entire family.

The funeral cars would be picking up Max and Keiran. They had tried to convince me to go with them but I didn't want to be front and centre for the media. I would be there to support both of them but I wanted to stay in the background. My parents, Phil and I left early to be in the church prior to the Young's arriving. When we pulled up to the church, the media was already waiting. I grabbed the black umbrellas my parents had brought and opened my door opening the umbrella blocking myself from the waiting media. Phil helped me out of the car using his body as a shield. Security came to surround me as well which Keiran must of organised.

Reporters were calling out questions to me but I refused to acknowledge any of them. I walked into the church and took my seat with my parents and brother. I had people coming up to me trying to talk and offer there condolences and congratulations for the pregnancy but the security kept them away. I knew these people were all fake, I had learnt that the hard way. I was here to support Max and Keiran only.

Maz walked in by herself and looked a right mess. Everyone avoided her like the plaque. She looked towards me and came storming over. The media in the back of the church was watching on ready for the drama to televise it to the world. Phil and dad shot up out of there seats and the security acted quickly stopping her from coming closer. Mum grabbed onto my hands squeezing it for support.

"You gold digging whore how dare you come to my sons funeral causing a scene. You just want his money and I will make sure you never see a cent neither will those bastards you are carrying" she screamed. I didn't respond at all and focused on the front of the church. "Don't you ignore me you bitch. My son would be alive if you had of just disappeared like I planned" she called. I stood up "I'm so sorry you are hurting Maz. No parent should feel the loss of one of there children. I think you should take your seat" I replied. She went to lunge for me and security grabbed her walking her out of the church. I sat back down with everyone staring at me including the media. "Please we are here to celebrate the life of Keith Young. Let's show him and his family the respect they deserve during this hard time" I called out. Everyone turned away from me so we could get the funeral started.

I had purposely stayed back from the family section of the church sitting behind where they would sit so I could still offer support to Max and Keiran but not be the centre of attention. The coffin was brought in followed by Max and Keiran who both stopped next to where I was sitting. Keiran extended his hand to me and I slightly shook my head. He nodded his head and then Max also came over. Phil helped me stand and I took Keiran and Max's hand. They took me to the front seat sitting me between both of them. Both of them gripped my hands through the service. The twins were going ballistic in my stomach so I placed both Max's and Keiran's hand on my stomach allowing them to feel the babies moving hoping it offered some form of comfort. A part of Keith was still around and always would be in Max and Keiran's life.

After Keiran and Max both spoke it was time for the coffin to be walked out to the waiting car and taken to the crematorium. Both Max and Keiran were going to be helping to carry the coffin along with 2 of Keith's friends. The priest asked for two volunteers and my father and Phil both stood up walking over to the coffin. They stood side by side with the others carrying the coffin out of the church. The priest came towards me helping me stand and then we began to walk out of the church.

My mum rushed to my side holding my arm as we walked out. Many of my so called friends tried to do the same however were stopped by security who were following me. The cameras were flashing as I made my way out of the church. I headed over to Keiran and Max who both embraced me and my family. Keiran was sobbing on my shoulder and asked me to accompany them to the crematorium which was for family only. I nodded my head, I knew he needed my support. I let me parents know what was happening and they said they would follow behind us.

When we arrived at the crematorium, my brother and father again helped to lift the coffin into the chapel. There was no media here at all. It was private will all of 20 people who had been close to Keith or his family. We followed the coffin in and stood around in while the priest said a few words and a pray was said. The curtains soon closed and it all came to an end. Just like that Keith Young was just a memory to everyone.

I walked outside the chapel and finally allowed myself to break down. That man had once been my entire world. I did still love him in a way. I also felt for him, how bad was his life to just throw it away to protect me and my babies? Max, Keiran and my family surrounded me holding me up as I sobbed for what could of been. I don't remember much else but I remember Keiran kissing my forehead and telling me he would be there for the birth of my babies and would see me soon. I also remember being put into my parents car but most of it was a blur.