So You've Fallen for a Madrigal? (Camilo Madrigal x female reader)

43. What's the Fuss?

You wake up. The click displays 12:00 PM. It's pretty late...

You go to get up, but then remember that you're on top of Camilo. You can't get up if it's going to wake him up.

You and Camilo had spent last night cuddling before you went to sleep, causing you to end up... well... on top of him.

Suddenly, you feel a hand take its place on your head. Camilo's awake. He gently starts running his fingers through your hair as you rest your head on his chest.

"Good morning, hermosa," he says softly,"ready to get up?"
"Mmph..." you grumble, burying your face in his ruana.
"Ok, ok," he chuckles, "just a few more minutes."

You reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek. He simply giggles in response. Knowing how it makes him feel, you begin giving him little kisses all around his face.

One for his chin, 3 for his forehead, 2 for each cheek, one for his nose, and one for his lips.

He can't help but simply blush. Dangit, he's cute. You latch onto him for a few more minutes.

"Alright, we should get up now," he says.
"Yeah..." you reply, disappointed.
"Uhm... what about your mom though...?"
"I'm sure she won't mind."

You slowly get up and out of bed, giving Camilo room to sit up. All is normal, until you realize that there's no sound anywhere within the house.

You make your way to the living room. Your mom isn't there. You check the kitchen. There's still no sign of your mom. You even make a point to check her room. She's not there either.

Where could she be?

You and Camilo put on your shoes and decide to go for a walk in order to try to find your mom. While you're walking, you see a crowd standing in the middle of the street surrounding something.

It takes you a moment to realize that they're surrounding him.

"What should we do?" Camilo asks.
"I don't know," you respond.
"Should we go check it out?"
"I mean, it would be really suspicious if we didn't."
"You're right."

The two of you walk up to the crowd, but people are blocking your vision. You begin to make your way through the ocean of people, when someone grabs you and Camilo's arm and drags  the two of you out of the crowd.

"Hey! What the-" you look over to see your mom. Oh.
"What are you doing?!" she exclaims,
"Seeing what's the matter?"
"Well, I'm sorry, but you're to young to-"

Suddenly, her expression changes to one of shock and disbelief. She knows.

"I-" she stutters, "To the house. Now."