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

Closure

*Camilo*

Three Years After the Wedding

Camilo's and Y/N's current age: 23

"Camilo? Camilo!"

I snapped out of my thoughts, all of which involved replaying last night with Y/N over in my mind, to refocus on Damian.

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

I grinned. "Totally."

"Repeat what I said."

I grinned sheepishly again. "Umm..."

"That's what I thought. What were you thinking about?"

I blushed, laughing. "Nothing."

"See, this is why I need your help, you are sitting here fantasizing about your own wife," he laughed, leaning back in his chair.

"People fantasize about people other than their wives?" I asked.

"Camilo, oh, my god," Damian face-palmed himself, dragging his hand down his face as he looked at me as if I was crazy. He was sitting in one of the chairs in my backyard with me, after having taken me out here to discuss something he cryptically refused to discuss in front of everyone at dinner. "You are such a hopeless romantic. You'll be perfect."

"Perfect for what?"

"My new business."

"Right, your new business," I repeated, nodding as if I had heard that part. "And it involves what exactly?"

"Do you remember how you had me teleport you and Y/N to that cliff overlooking the ocean for your third anniversary last month?"

"Yeah." I grinned at the memory, Y/N's eyes when she saw where we had teleported to, her dress rippling in the wind at the top of the cliff, kissing her as the sun set. I had come up with the idea when Damian had told me he was experimenting with teleporting further and further away as he studied other areas around the country. For him to teleport, he had to have an idea in his head of where he was going. I had never seen the ocean in my life, and so when he offered to show me, I knew I had to take Y/N there.

"Okay, stay with me, bro," he said, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I smirked at him, waving his hand away. "Anyway, you know, you did a whole thing, we went there earlier and set up dinner, the gift, all that stuff, right? I think we should start a business where we plan people's romantic getaways for them."

I raised an eyebrow. "Don't people plan their own romantic gestures?"

Again, Damian face-palmed. "Camilo," he said patiently. "How can I phrase this? You are ... unique."

"Unique?" I asked skeptically.

"You go above and beyond for Y/N and you seem to enjoy it," he explained.

"Who wouldn't enjoy taking the time to-?"

"A lot of men!" Damian cut me off, holding up a hand, his tone growing exacerbated despite the amused look on his face. "A lot of men don't care enough to plan and do the whole thing. Enter us."

"You want me to plan romantic getaways for people?" I asked, laughing. "That's insane."

"Well, I told a few of my friends back home about what you did and they said they would pay good money for something like that to be done for them. They don't have to think or do any work to impress their girlfriends or their wives, we make money, everyone wins."