Camila's POV
I drop my hand from Lauren's belly as the ultrasound photo falls to the floor.
"This is the worst of nightmares. Not only I'm gonna have a kid. But it's a boy," I back away.
"For fuck's sake Camila. The more you know about this kid the more you want to get distant," Lauren says.
"Because I'm living in a damn nightmare," I said.
"So am I part of that damn nightmare?" Lauren asks angrily.
"Of course not!" I raise my voice.
"And what about juñior?" Lauren asks.
"Juñior is... The greatest ever. He's lucky he's not my child. A part of my family because he would have ended hurt," I said.
"What do you-"
Lauren gets cut off when my phone starts to ring as I walk over to see my aunt's name flashing across my screen.
I grab it and answer the call immediately. "Hello?" I speak into the phone.
"I'm sorry for calling you this late, Camila."
"It's fine, tia. What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing. I just wanted to inform you that I will be having a family dinner tomorrow to celebrate my birthday."
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. I forgot," I said.
"It's fine sweetheart which is why I'm inviting you. Although I don't know if you will come... You know... Since you never want to come over."
"I don't want to be rude to you. I'll be there," I said.
"Great! Your girlfriend and her little boy are invited too."
"Okay. Goodnight, tia," I said.
"Good night, sweetheart."
I hang up the phone and set it down on the nightstand. "My aunt just invited us to a family dinner to celebrate her birthday tomorrow," I said.
"And we're going?" Lauren asks.
"Yes. I don't want to be rude to my aunt," I said.
"The aunt that taught you how to fuck?" Lauren raises an eyebrow.
"I know it sounds bad but besides Harry, she's the only reason I would go to my uncle's house. But I don't like going there. It... Brings back a traumatizing memory," I said.
"The same one that you don't want to tell me about?" Lauren asks.
I chew on my lower lip. "Can... Can we just go to sleep now?" I stutter.
"Of course. Goodnight," Lauren says.
Lauren's POV
The next night, Camila helps juñior out of his car seat as she leads us inside.
Once we walk into the dining room, Camila's aunt immediately greets her.
"Happy birthday, tia," Camila says. She pulls away from her aunt and hands her the gift she's holding. "I hope you like it. Lauren picked it out," Camila says.
"Thank you, sweetie. And to you too, Lauren," Camila's aunt says towards me.
"Your welcome. Happy birthday," I said.
"It's nice to see you again, Lauren," Harry walks over and hugs me than Camila.
"I see you brought your little boy, Lauren," Camila's uncle walks over.
Camila steps in front of Zayn Jr. and holds her uncle back. "Don't you dare get close to him," She says.
"Camila," I touch her shoulder.
"Just trust me, Lauren," I said.
"Okay... I'll... I'll step back," Camila's uncle says.
Once we finish the main courses, the maids bring out the dessert.
We are all having a great time but Camila seems a little tense beside me.
"Hey, are you okay?" I whisper in her ear.
"Fine," She takes a sip from her wine.
"Thank you all for being here and especially Camila, who we rarely see," Camila's aunt speaks up.
"Who needs to come over more," Harry adds.
"Yes, cause... I want to pway with Zayn Jr. more," Jayden says.
"And I want to get to know my nephew," Camila's uncle touches Zayn Jr.'s shoulder.
Camila stands up abruptly and pulls Zayn Jr away from her uncle. "Don't fucking touch him," She says.
"Camila-"
"No! I'm sorry, tia. We're leaving, Lauren, now!" Camila says.
Outside, Camila straps juñior into his car seat before closing the backseat door.
"Can you explain what the fuck happened in there?" I ask angrily.
"What happened in there is the reason why I don't want juñior to be around me," Camila says.
"Why? Because of your uncle?" I ask.
"Yes," Camila nods.
"What harm will he do to juñior?" I ask.
"So much. He will hurt him as he hurt me when I was around his age," Camila says.
"And that was? You need to tell me, Camila," I said.
Camila looks at me then down at the floor. "I am only going to tell you because I don't want the same thing that happened to me to happen to juñior," Camila says.
"You can tell me," I reach down and take her hand, squeezing it softly.
Camila takes in a shaky breath and when she looks up, a tear rolls down her cheek. "When I was just five years old... My uncle... R... Raped me," Camila says.
