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

Chapter 12-Bun in the Oven

The next few weeks were strange. As the child slowly grows within me, I feel its effects on my body. In the mornings Camilo holds my hair back when I kneel over the toilet bowl, and rubs my back when it aches. Soon a small bump protrudes from my stomach. "She's kicking, she's kicking!" Camilo whispers one evening, as we are relaxing in the lounge. A fire crackles in the grate, and my feet are propped up on the low table. Camilo's feet are beside mine, and he's head rests on my shoulder, reading the pages of the book I'm holding. One of his hands rests on my belly. "Cariño, the baby is the size of a pomegranate seed, I don't think it can kick." I giggle. "I swear, mi vida! She kicked!" He insists, beaming. "You're so sure they're a girl?" I ask, closing my book and tossing it onto the other couch in the room. "Super sure..." He whispers, gazing into my eyes. I lean closer to kiss him gently. "Oh! I just felt her!" I exclaim. "What where!" Camilo sits up straighter, and his hands fly to my stomach. After a moment he realises I was only teasing and his face forms a pout.

"How are you feeling Y/n?" Dolores asks me as she enters the room a few minutes later. "Pretty good Lores," I say, repositioning myself into a more comfortable position. "Sleep can be a bitch once you get to the 3 month mark, so don't take it for granted while you have it." She laughs, sitting down on the other side of Camilo. "I'm so looking forward to it." I exclaim sarcastically, laughing along with her. "Any morning sickness?" She asks. "Here and there," I sigh. "You're doing great though, mi vida," Camilo smiles, kissing my cheek. I return his smile, interlinking my fingers with his.

"Remember, it's only 9 months, you're already over a 9th of the way there!" Dolores says, chuckling to herself. "At least it'll be worth it in the end," I say, rubbing my belly with my hand. "Mama! Mama!" The sound of the twins shrieks echoes through the house. Next moment the two girls run into the room. "Hey girls, que pasa?" Dolores asks them as they climb onto the couch. Natalia, wearing a red dress and matching bow, plops herself down on Camilo's lap, and Valentina, wearing a similar orange dress to her sister, positions herself on her mothers knees. "Do you have a baby in there?" Natalia asks, looking at my stomach. "Si, chica, your little cousin!" I whisper to her, and she places a small hand on my belly. "Is it a boy or a girl?" She looks up at me, her eyes wide with curiosity. "We don't know yet, pequeña," I say, but Camilo interrupts. "It's definitely a girl, and your tio is always right!" He says, tickling his niece. She giggles, and I feel a warm sensation fill me.

"I can't wait for baby Aliana to be here," Camilo says, his forehead leaning gently against mine. "Aliana?" I ask, bemused. "Hey I'm just trying it out!" I laugh. "It doesn't sound right though," I laugh again and kiss him gently. "Ewww," Valentina and Natalia say in unison. "Vamos girls, time for bed!" Dolores says, standing up. "We'll see you in the morning chicas," I say, and they totter out of the room after Dolores. Camilo strokes my hair, and I rest my head on his shoulder. "We probably should think about names though," I say. "Si, amor, I'm definitely not set on Aliana." He replies, and I laugh softly. I sit up, and place my hands in Camilo's lap. "I was thinking, if it's a girl, Elisabetha." I say, biting my lip. A smile spreads across his face. "That is muy bonita, and we can call her Lisa or Ellie as a nickname!" he says, beaming. "And if it's a boy, Pedro," I say, and Camilo's eyes soften, and he brings my hands up to his face, kissing them gently with his soft lips. "They're perfect, Elisabetha, and Pedro, but I'm still sure it's going to be a girl." Camilo chuckles, and as he bends over my stomach, he whispers; "Isn't that right little Elisabetha, your padre loves you very much!" I laugh and my heart melts as Camilo kisses my belly.

"You're going to be a great dad, Cami," I tell him, and he leans forward, meeting my lips. My hands wrap around his neck, and I swing my leg over his lap. His lips plant a trail from my mouth down my neck, gentle and soft. I can feel his strong hands holding my waist against his torso, and I lean against him. "Ay Y/n, I love you so much," Camilo splutters as our lips part for a second. "I know, mi amor," I whisper back, taking the collar of his shirt into my fists, and pressing his lips back against mine. "We should probably take this upstairs," I whisper, and Camilo smirks. "I agree," he chuckles, standing up. He lifts me off the ground, his hands supporting my legs and our lips don't part as he climbs the stairs, and into our room.

4 Months Later...

"Oof!" I gasp, leaning over the kitchen bench, a hand clutching my now bulging stomach. "Y/n! Are you ok, amor?" Camilo runs over to me, supporting me with his firm hands around my shoulders. "Si, si, our little pimiento (bell pepper) just gave me a very strong reminder that they're there," I say, rubbing my stomach. "Do you need to sit down? Maybe some water? I'll get some of Julieta's empanadas-" Camilo's face is stained with concern but I simply smile, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "I'm ok, mi vida thank you." I reassure him, standing back upright. "You gonna come out and meet us soon, aye bebé?" Camilo whispers, bending down to speak to my baby bump. "They can hear you, you know," I say quietly, gazing down at my esposo (husband). He looks up to meet my gaze, and stands back up, tucking my hair behind my ears and kissing me. "I sure hope so, I can't wait to meet her," he says, and I give him a smirk. "You're still certain it's a girl?" I ask, and he nods, a determined look on his face. "Alright then, I think she's still got just a few more months." I laugh, and Camilo kisses my forehead.

"Vamos you guys, we need to get down to Jose's shop to pick out the furniture for the new nursery!" Pepa calls out from the inner-courtyard. "Coming!" I reply, and with my hand in Camilos, we leave the kitchen to join Isabella and Pepa. A little while later the 4 of us are standing in the local carpentry store in the village. There is so much to do... I think, looking around at the various stacks of wood around the shop. "¡Hola familia!" Jose greets us warmly. "Aye, how is the little baby coming along?" He asks me, looking down at my baby bump. "They're coming along alright," I say politely, and Camilo wraps an arm around my shoulder. "So what are you guys looking for? I assume the basics, a crib, changing table, dresser etc," Jose bustles over to the desk, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. "Si, we were thinking just all the basics and we were hoping to have it all made out of this wood here," I say, indicating a stack of smooth pale wooden planks in the corner of the room. "Ah si, very nice choice, I can have everything ready for you in about 2 months!" Jose says, scribbling down the order onto the paper. "Gracias Jose," Camilo says, and after a few minutes of polite chat between Pepa, Isabella and Jose, we leave the store, returning home. "It's happening, mi amor, we're almost there," I whisper to Camilo as we walk up towards the house. "Almost there," he whispers back, and I squeeze his hand, thinking about the tiny human that is growing inside me.