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

Chapter 13- "THE BABY'S COMING!"

4 months later...

"ABUELA! MAMA! DOLORES! EVERYONE! THE BABIES COMING! IT'S COMING!" Camilo's voice echoes through the house as he runs through in and out of rooms. "Camilo stop, STOP!" I yell out, catching his attention as he runs past the living room. "What do you need? Water? A towel? A-" "'It was just a contraction, amor, the baby's not here yet," I say, grabbing his hands and squeezing them. "Oh! Lo siento mi vida, are you sure?" He asks, sitting down on the couch beside me. I shuffle around and he helps me lift my legs onto his lap. I let out a long sigh of relief, and rub my stomach, which has ballooned to a very large size. "How are you feeling? Any more contractions? Dolores said that if you feel contractions every 4 minutes it means the baby's coming!" Camilo stutters, looking anxious. "I'm ok, Cami, relax, when it's time, we'll know," I say, and Camilo places a hand on my stomach, leaning forward to kiss me. "Baby? Is it time?" Pepa exclaims, running into the room followed by Dolores. "False alarm, my bad," Camilo says sheepishly. Pepa releases a long sigh, the storm cloud above her head beginning to thunder. Dolores rolls her eyes and the two of them leave the room, leaving Camilo and I giggling.

"That's the third false alarm this week, amor, just relax, the baby will come." I say as he helps me up off the couch. I groan a little as I get to my feet, my back aching from the weight of my stomach. "You ok, mi vida?" Camilo asks me, his face still stained with anxiety. "I'm 9 months and 2 weeks pregnant, corazon, I'm not exactly perfect," I mutter, a hand on my stomach and the other gripping onto Camilo's arm for support. "We still need to finish setting up the nursery, Mirabel said she's finished the blankets..." I manage to say as we walk slowly towards the kitchen. "You need to take it easy, amor, I can handle that just don't stress," Camilo says, but his voice begins to agitate me. My whole body aches and I can barely keep my eyes open. Dolores was right about sleep being a bitch, I think to myself. "Camilo, I really don't need to be told what to do right now." I say sternly, becoming more and more agitated. I hobble over to the kitchen table and sit down.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I just want to help..." I look up at his face, he looks dejected. I let out a long sigh, rubbing my forehead. "I know, I know you were, sorry, I'm just so tired..." I say, closing my eyes. Camilo pulls up a chair beside me, and takes my hands in his. "I'm here, amor, whatever you need, you are doing so great." He says, and I manage a small smile. "It will all be worth it in the end." I'm about to respond when I feel a pain rising in my back, making its way to my abdomen. It's just another contraction, you're fine... I tell myself, shrugging it off. "Gracias, Cami, I don't know where I'd be without yOU!" My last word stretches into a strained cry of pain. Another one? "Amor?" Camilo jumps to his feet, looking frantic. I clench my stomach, closing my eyes as the next contraction comes. Taking short breaths, I realise what's happening. "Cami! The baby, it's coming!" I yell out. His hands fly to his head. "For real this time?" He asks, looking terrified. "YES!" I cry out. "OK OK, I'M GOING TO GET HELP! DON'T MOVE!" He tells me before heading towards the door. "DO I LOOK LIKE I CAN MOVE?" I yell after him, as he leaves the room. A cold sweat breaks across my forehead and I close my eyes, bracing against the pain.

A few minutes later I'm lying on my bed, towels beneath me to protect the sheets. Camilo's hands are wrapped around mine, and I squeeze the shit out of them. Surrounding me is Julieta, Pepa, Abuela, Dolores, Isabella and Mirabel. Beside the bed is also the village doctor, Alba. "Give some pace, por favor," she says impatiently, laying a towel soaked in hot water across my forehead. "Ok, Y/n, it's time to push," She tells me, and my eyes widen. "You can do this, amor," Camilo whispers from beside me. I squeeze my eyes shut and begin to push. The pain is unimaginable. I cannot contain my cries of agony, as the doctor urges me to keep going. After an hour I stop. The only people left in the room are Camilo, Pepa and Julieta, as well as the doctor of course. Tears stream down my face and my hair is drenched in sweat. "I can't do it! I can't, I want to stop, I just can't!" I cry, my whole body shaking from the strain. "Camilo squeezes my hand. "You can, come on just a few more minutes, it'll be worth it I promise, please mi amor, keep pushing!" His voice seems to drift from miles away, but it gives me the tiniest boost of strength.

After 5 more minutes of pushing and crying, I lay down onto the sweat drenched pillow, too exhausted to cry or speak. "You did it, amor, you did it," Camilo whispers, breathless. He strokes my hair, his eyes brimming with tears. A baby's cry fills the room, but the screeching sounds like harmonious relief. With Camilo's help, I sit upright, and look around at the beaming faces of Pepa and Julieta. "It's a girl." Alba tells me softly, as she brings the baby to me, wrapped in a clean, baby blue blanket. I take the child in my arms, and look down at her wide eyes and tiny features. Overwhelmed by the sheer joy of the moment, fresh tears flood my eyes, and I can't help smiling. I delicately stroke the baby's chin with my finger, and she extends a tiny hand to clasp onto it. "I told you it would be a girl," Camilo says with a small laugh, his face right next to mine, gazing down at our baby. I look up at him, smiling. "Our little Elisabetha, she's perfect." I whisper. Looking into the small round face of my baby evokes a strong feeling of love within me. She is my baby, I will protect her with my life. I think to myself. "Hey there Elisa, aren't you a beautiful girl!" Camilo chuckles, leaning over to kiss the top of her almost bald head.

"We did it," I say to Camilo, beaming. Camilo kisses me gently, and I shuffle across the bed to allow him to sit down with Ellie and me. "Dios mio! She's beautiful!" Pepa exclaims, rushing towards the side of the bed. "Say hello to your Abuela, Ellie," I whisper, and gesture to Pepa that she can take her. Gently, I pass the tiny human to Pepa, who cradles her tenderly, Julieta looking over her shoulder. Camilo passes me a piece of bread Julieta had made, and I eat it quickly, feeling the pain in my lower body lessen. Utterly exhausted, I close my eyes, leaning against Camilo's shoulder. "Rest now, mi vida, you can rest now," I hear him whisper, and with his words, I let my body sink into the bed, all the energy drained out of me, yet still indescribably happy.