Camila's POV
"Camz, do you need anything from Walmart?" Lauren asked as she grabbed her keys.
"I need you to take a baby," I pleaded as I tried to sooth two teething babies.
"Camz, I don't think taking a teething baby to the store is a good idea."
"You're sure as hell not leaving me alone with two upset babies," I said sternly.
"I'll be back in twenty minutes tops."
"You have five seconds to choose what baby you want before I just hand one to you," I replied, glaring deep into her ocean eyes.
"Camz-"
"One," I started counting.
"Mila-"
"Two."
"Camz-"
"Three."
"Ca-"
"Four."
"I'm taking Ash," she finally decided, taking the chubby cheek baby out of my arms.
"Good choice," I said, rubbing Kayne's back.
"Anything else you need, Queen Camila?" My wife asked as she grabbed the diaper bag off the barstool.
"A king size kit kat please," I replied, giving her a wide smile.
"Noted," she nodded before grabbing her phone.
"I love you," I said in my baby voice.
"I love you too," she giggled before passing a delicate kiss on my lips.
"Hurry home please."
"I'll try."
"Ash, make sure your mama doesn't fall in love with another girl," I said before kissing her soft chubby cheek.
"Kay, make sure mommy doesn't tip the pizza guy with a kiss," Lauren joked as she caressed the brown-eyed baby's cheek.
"I might have to if you don't leave me any money for pizza," I pointed out.
The older girl stuffed her hand in her denim pocket, looking for the pizza money. A few seconds she pulled out a crumble up twenty dollar bill.
"I'll be home soon," she replied, placing the money on the counter.
"Be safe!" I yelled after her like a worried mother.
"Yes mom," the older Cuban mumbled.
"I didn't know you were the one to have mommy fetish, Jauregui," I smirked as I repositioned Kayne on my hip.
"Only in your dreams, Jauregui," the emerald girl joked before walking out the door.
I crinkled my nose at the name. Lauren and I have been married for a little over two years and I'm still not used to being called Camila Jauregui. Even though my name has been legally changed, I still go by Camila Cabello when we're working
"Kay, get that out of your mouth," I said, pulling the tiny finger out of her mouth.
Only seconds later, the tiny baby threw her head back and erupted in a loud cry. I quickly walked over to the fridge, grabbing her monkey teething ring. I placed the ring into her mouth and the noise instantly stopped.
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Rather Be (A Camren Story)
Fanfiction"There is no place in the world I rather be than with you."