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

Chapter 9-A few weeks later...

A number of weeks later...

Camilo kisses my cheek, squeezing my hand. We're sitting beside each other on the soft covers of our bed. "You wanted to tell me something, what is it mi amor?" I ask him, feeling a growing anxiety rising within me. For the last week or two he's been a little bit weird around me, and my mind has made up a million worst-case scenarios. "Si, mi vida, there's something I really need to talk to you about." He says, looking me dead in the eye. I take a deep breath and nod, indicating for him to go on. "I want to have a baby." He says, taking my hand in his.

I'm a little taken aback. This was definitely not what I was expecting. My heart begins to beat faster, and I can feel my stomach twisting into knots. "Kids?" I finally ask, my mouth dry. "Si, mi amor! I want us to have kids of our own!" He says excitedly, beaming. His excitement breaks my heart. "Cami, I'm not 100% sure I want to have kids..." I say quietly, looking down at my lap. "¿Qué? ¿Por qué?" He asks me. "I don't know, it was just never really something I wanted..." I look back up at him, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. "Cami I-" I start reaching for his face, but he cuts me off, holding my hand away from his cheek. "It's ok, mi amor, forget I asked..." Without another word he gets up, and leaves the room. I'm left on the bed, a little bit stunned. I didn't know this meant so much to him...

After a few minutes I come back to my senses and run out the door, searching for Camilo. "Have you seen Camilo?" I ask Mirabel as she's halfway up the stairs. "Trouble in paradise?" She asks, laughing. "This is serious!" I insist impatiently. "Wow, calm down chica, he's in the lounge." She tells me, pointing vaguely over her shoulder. "Thanks," I say quickly before running down the stairs towards the lounge. Before I go in I stop. Inside I can hear the sound of the twins laughing. With a deep breath, I enter the room.

When I see him my heart melts. One twin on either side of him, he's stretched out on the couch, a story book propped up with one hand, and the other resting behind his neck. The girls giggle and point at the pictures in the book as Camilo reads. I duck out before he sees me. Leaning against the wall, I slide down onto the floor. How did I not notice before? He loves kids... I think to myself. My head falls onto my knees. I don't know what to do or say. "Y/n?" I hear someone say. I look up to see Dolores's concerned face peering down at me. "Oh Dolores, sorry I was just, uh..." I trail off, jumping to my feet. "Did he finally ask you?" Dolores asks, but instead of excitement on her face her expression is understanding. "Sorry but I heard..." She says, with a sad smile. "Vamos, I'll make you a cup of tea, you can talk to me." She says, taking my hand.

A few minutes later I'm sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of steaming tea in front of me, Dolores sitting beside me. "You don't have to worry, Y/n, I know that the thought of having a baby can be scary, but Camilo will be there with you, every step of the way." She says, rubbing my arm reassuringly. "I know, but I just don't know if I can do the whole 'mama' thing," I say, taking a sip of the tea. "I didn't think I could do it either, but Mariano was there, and you and Camilo are a team!" Her words resonate with something inside me, and I begin to feel the knots in my stomach untangle themselves. "Talk to Camilo, and think about it, you two will work it out." Dolores says with a tone of soft finality. I nod, thanking her for her support. "Anytime, hermana," She smiles warmly. Hermana... The word overwhelms me with inexplicable happiness, and I hug her. "Aw Y/n, stop, you're making me teary eyed." I let her go, and we continue to talk about all different things, and I finally feel relaxed again.

That evening...

I'm leaning against the headboard, already in my pyjamas. Camilo slips into bed beside me. We haven't really talked since this morning. "Cami, I'm sorry about this morning," I begin, but he stops me by kissing me gently. "It's ok, amor, I know you might be scared, but I promise, we're going to work this out together." He says, a small smile on his face. "I want you to be happy," I say, placing a hand on his cheek. He kisses my palm. "You make me happy, corazon, and we don't need to decide about kids right now, but know I'll still love you whatever you decide." My heart simply glows. "I overreacted today, I'm sorry." He says, lying down next to me. I scooch closer to him, so our faces are only inches apart. "Te amo, Cami," I whisper, kissing the tip of his nose. "I promise we can talk about it tomorrow," He smiles, "Ok, goodnight, amor." With a final kiss goodnight we both close our eyes, drifting off to sleep.