The Heart of Camilo (A Camilo Madrigal x Reader Fem Y/N Story)

Prophecy

*Camilo*

When we got home, after catching Y/N and tickling her until she swore she would never commit such a crime like flicking me in the face again, we walked up to the house, hand-in-hand, grinning our faces off. Dinner was delicious, everyone chatting and in a great mood, and no one bothered trying to sit in-between Y/N and me. I couldn't help noticing my parents always looking in her and my direction and smiling to themselves and then sharing glances with one another. At one point, I looked at them quizzically and held up a hand in front of me, asking silently why they kept doing that. My mother just grinned more and looked at my father, who put his arm around her. I shook my head and turned back to Y/N, putting more food on her plate since I knew she had missed lunch.

"Camilo, I'm full, I swear!" she laughed.

"Just a little more!" I insisted, laughing.

Mariano had joined us for dinner tonight, probably his fifth or sixth time over since our families had begun talking and arranging the proposal with Isabella. It was supposed to happen soon, but I think Abuela wanted to wait to make it official until after Antonio's gift ceremony. Watching Isabella and Mariano talk politely to each other, I wondered for the first time what it would be like to get married. My insides clenched at the idea of it, that one day I would be expected to when Abuela decided it was going to happen, probably right at 20 or 21 like Isabella. No one said it out loud, but we all knew why - had to have kids. More kids meant more gifts. Gifts helped the family, helped the town, and the more gifts, the better. I looked at Y/N, smiling and chatting across the table with my aunt. Would she marry me in five years? Would she want to have my kids? Did I want kids? I struggled to picture it, and couldn't. Babysitting was already enough kids for me and I had been doing that since I was five years old. I reached for Y/N's hand under the table and felt her return the squeeze while continuing her conversation. Do my feelings right now mean that we should get married, like Abuela had said? I looked over at Mariano and Isabella. They didn't seem to have nearly as much fun together as Y/N and I did. Was that a good or a bad thing? Was marriage supposed to be more serious? My parents certainly didn't seem like Isabella and Mariano. Maybe they were at first. I shook my head, getting overwhelmed and choosing not to think about it further. 

After dinner, I was washing the dishes with my aunt and watching Y/N across the room talking with Isabella. She was asking about a particular flower that Isabella had used to decorate something earlier in the day in the square. 

"Camilo," my aunt said, nudging me gently, pulling my attention back to my chores.

After dinner, Mariano and his mother went home, and as people finished their chores, some had tea around the table and some headed to sleep early. Knowing we couldn't risk sneaking out two nights in a row, I waved to Y/N, who was getting pulled off early by Mirabel, who said she wanted to talk to her about a school assignment. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she was being led away, before Mirabel rolled her eyes and blocked Y/N from my view, pushing her from behind into the nursery. I noticed Isabella slip outside. I went to follow her.

Isabella had wandered down to the garden along the side of the house. I nearly missed where she went, but I caught her turning the corner as I stepped out of the house. I jogged to catch up, approaching from behind as she settled down in the grass beside the garden.

"Hey, Isabella," I began, and she jumped.

"Why are you following me?" she asked, annoyed.