All I've ever wanted

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Camila POV:

"Babe do you know where my pink sweater is?!" I frantically ask as I rush around in the closet trying to find the only sweater that fits me at the moment unless it's Sebastian's clothes.

It's been four months since New York.

Four months and I'm fully rocking a bump.

Glowing and thriving on being a soon to be momma.

Sebastian and I decided not to live in that apartment he bought us because there's no point in moving there or keeping the place if we're leaving Florida. We sold it right away and in the mean time we've been staying at his house with the boys.

In almost three weeks we'll be graduates and living in New York. We bought a house and it's perfect for our growing family. I'm sure we'll probably end up having more kids eventually in the future so it makes sense to get a house with a few more rooms.

I still can't believe we're moving to New York.

The place of broadway and magic happens.

I'm graduating with a business administration and management degree and a minor in English. I would love to open up my own dance studio one day. I'll miss working in one here and all the kids I've come to love as my own.

"Right here babe." Sebastian walks into the closet, that is now a disaster looking like a tornado passed through.  He sighs opens a drawer, that I've already looked over in, and there and behold, my pink sweater is folded neatly on top. He pulls it out and gives me a shit eating grin.

Let's just say my memory sucks and pregnancy brain is fucking real.

I huff and blow my bangs out of my face "shut up." I snatch my sweater from his hands and put it on and walk out without a glance back at him. I cut my hair in bangs and dyed it a soft brown. I felt like the balayage was damaging my hair.

It's mid May, the weather is nice and it's starting to get toasty. Floridas weather will always be unpredictable.

We graduate in less than a month.

Holy shit.

And then we're parents. Parents.

It still boggles me most days that were seriously going to be parents to a baby girl. Our baby girl has been growing perfectly by the way, no problems and definitely a kicker. Keeps me up some nights kicking my ribs and has me peeing every hour from placing her big head on my bladder. Yup big head, just like her dad.

"Oh come on baby, don't be so upset okay? It happens." Sebastian comes from behind me and hugs my waist placing his hands on my belly.

"Tell mama I love her okay" he caresses my belly talking to our baby and then you feel a little kick on his hand. Every single time he talks to her or places his hands on me, it's like she knows it's her dad. She kicks him instantly and starts being a little dancer in my belly.

"I swear she's going to be a daddy's little girl and have you wrapped around her finger." I tell him and lift my head to kiss his cheek.

"I'm not objecting to that." he chuckles and has the biggest smile on his face.

He's going to be an amazing father and I'm really blessed that our daughter will have a bond with her dad, something we both lacked growing up.

Sebastian turns me around in his arms and bends and rests his head against my forehead. "Come on, we have lunch with our dearest friends. Let's not be late now, they'll think we're...ya know" he winks.