Finally Grown Up (Aged up Camilo and Y/n story)

Chapter 5-Wedding Planning Already

The next morning when I wake up I remember the events of the past day. Sitting up, I look down at my hand, admiring the glittery ring that sits around my finger. Camilo sleeps peacefully beside me, his bouncy curls free from the restraint of being tied up in his usual bun. The room is dim, with the only light seeping in from in between the curtains that cover the single window in the room. I take a deep inhale, smiling softly at the perfection of everything. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now.

I lean back against the headboard, too tired to get out of bed but not tired enough to go back to sleep. Camilo stirs slightly, and his eyes flutter open. "Good morning sleepy head," I say teasingly. He sits up, smirking and leaning over to kiss me. "Buenas días, prometida, (fiancee)" he replies, making me blush. I kiss his nose before hopping out of bed. "Where are you going?" He moans, reaching an arm half heartedly towards me. "We've got stuff to do!" I say, pulling off my pajamas and slipping on a blue ankle length skirt and matching top. "It's too early!" Camilo protests, hugging a pillow to his face.

"Abuela made it very clear she wants to start wedding prep," I tell him, walking over to his side of the bed. "I don't understand why she wants to do the wedding so soon!" Camilo groans, leaning against the headboard, turning his head to me. "I know it's rushed mi vida," I say, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the lips. "But I guess she wants to get it done before Temporada de Siembra (planting season)." I continue, with a sympathetic look. "I guess so," Camilo shrugs, sliding off the bed, taking my hand and kissing my cheek.

"Well if it isn't the to-be-weds!" Isabella exclaims as we enter the kitchen, holding a half eaten arepa. "Goodmorning Isa," Camilo and I both say. "Abuela wants to see you in the living room after you've had breakfast." She tells us, going back to her breakfast. I roll my eyes, and camilo chuckles. "C'mon, Y/n! We've got stuff to do!" He says teasingly. I elbow him in the side, hiding my smile. We serve ourselves some breakfast from the various dishes Julieta has placed on the table and sit down.

"I want this to be fun," I say, in reference to the upcoming wedding planning. "For both of us." I add, reaching over with my fork to steal a piece of pineapple from Camilo's plate. "Hey!" He exclaims, opening his mouth to eat the fruit from my fork before I can. I giggle, going for another piece but he stops me with his fork. "It will be, I promise," He reassures me, as our forks have a miniature battle between our plates. I give up the mock battle, and place my free hand on Camilo's cheek. "Thank you, for being up to it," I tell him, leaning forward for a soft kiss. "Don't worry amor, I'm all in!" His smile is contagious.

"I'm trynna eat here," Isabella groans, reminding us of her presence in the room. Camilo glares at her, and then stands up, clearing away both our now empty plates. I stand up and meet Camilo by the door, waiting for him to tie his hair up before we leave the kitchen. "C'mon, Abuela is waiting," I sigh, wrapping my arm around Camilos. "Onward to face the tyrant!" He exclaims dramatically, raising his arm in a fist above him. I bump him with the side of my hip, laughing.

"Ah, Y/n, Camilo! I indeed hear wedding bells!" Abuela greets us cheerfully in the living room. Her demeanour changes instantly as we sit down, a serious expression forming on her face. "Now, let's get down to business." She says, and I give Camilo a knowing look as he subtly rolls his eyes. "Today we must discuss the venue, colour scheme, and time." She pulls out a folder, and empties its contents onto the low table. It appears to have contained photos from Pepa, Julieta and Dolores' weddings, each at a different location. "You see, Pepa was married in the town square, Julieta, despite my objections, had her wedding in Augustine's town, a small city a day's journey from here, and of course Dolores had hers at Casita." Camilo and I look through the photos, intrigued by how young Julieta, Augustine, Pepa and Felix look in their photos.

After 3 hours of talking, Camilo and I agree that we want the wedding to be by the lake. "Are you sure?" Abuela asks us for the 4th time. "Abuela, we are sure." Camilo says firmly, squeezing my hand. I give him a grateful smile, and a kiss on the cheek. "Ok, it's your wedding," she says with an accepting smile. Over the last few years my relationship with Abuela has slowly mended, and become stronger. Yes, she is still a bit of an overbearing tyrant sometimes, but for the most part she is held accountable by her family, and has made an effort to release her grip on the familys 'perfect' image.

We continue to discuss various colour themes, and Mirabel gives us a basket of fabric squares in various colours to look at. Abuela leaves to take care of a quick errand, leaving us to the hundreds of coloured fabric pieces. "I like this peachy-orange colour, with the pink, oh and maybe some of the green?" Camilo says excitedly, holding up 3 or 4 pieces of fabric in front of his face. I smile, indescribably happy to see his enthusiasm. "We could add some beige, and white and- and-" He trails off, noticing me gazing at him. "What?" He asks, putting down the fabric squares. "Nothing," I say, shaking my head. "Do you not like these? We can do something different I don't mind-" I place my hand on his, and he stops talking. "It's perfect, amor, you're perfect." I say, beaming. A smile spreads across his face, and the next moment his lips are on mine, and he gently kisses me.

My arms find their way around his neck, and I climb over him, positioning myself above his lap. He wraps his hands around my waist, and I keep kissing him softly. His fingers stroke my hair, and he kisses me more deeply. I hold his face in my hands, keeping it close to mine. I never get tired of his scent, and the feeling of his lips on mine. Camilo sits up, no longer leaning against the coach cushions, and I move my legs around, so that I'm sitting on his lap, my legs on either side of his torso. The room seems to melt away, and all I know is that Camilo's arms are around me, and our lips are pressed together.

"Get a room." Our makeout is interrupted by Mirabel, who trudges into the room, and plops down on the couch beside us. "Abuelas on her way back from her errand so you might wanna untangle yourselves." She says bluntly, not looking at us. "You ok Mira?" I ask her, rolling off of Camilo's lap to sit next to her. "Angelos being annoying." She says, crossing her arms. "You mean he didn't bring you breakfast from his cafe this morning?" Camilo chimes in, smirking. "No! Well, yes." She huffs. "He always gets me a scone, but today he didn't even come to the house." She sighs, looking visibly upset. "Mira, I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt your feelings," I say, placing a hand on her shoulder. She turns her head towards me. "Why don't you go to his house, see what's up?" I suggest. She smiles weakly, and nods. As she stands up to leave, she turns to Camilo and I. "I wouldn't go back to your snog just yet, Abuelas gonna be back any minute." She says with a teasing smirk. "Go see your boyfriend Mira," Camilo yells, throwing a pillow at her as she runs out the door laughing.