LAUREN--
Maia woke me up just as she did the first time Camila and I slept in the same bed. My daughter had been excited to start the day.
"C'mon Lowen!" She tugged me down the hallway as we reached the steps.
"Slow down you little nugget," I yawn, swooping the small brunette into my arms to walk down the stairs.
"Lowen, do you like Tangled?" The small girl asked as I walked down the stairs.
"Yes, it's a great movie." I smile, as we neared the kitchen.
"Good because I wanna watch it this morning," she giggles.
"Can you make waffles?" The small girl asks.
"Does mommy have mix?" I ask Maia, walking to the cupboard where Camila kept all of the boxed foods and the toaster.
"Yes, Mommy's favorite breakfast is waffles. She always has a box." Maia states.
I spot the box and a waffle maker, I grab the two and place them on the counter.
"Can I go watch TV?" Maia asks, clearly uninterested in the making of the waffles.
"Sure, let's go put Disney on." I smile.
Once Maia was happily watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with a small plastic cup of apple juice, I went on with making the waffles.
I spotted Camila's small speaker on the counter, so I plugged my phone in playing She Way Out by The 1975.
I had heated up the maker as I finished mixing the batter. I felt arms snake around my waist, "Dancing like she way out," the voice whispered along with the band.
Camila and I shared the same love for the band, which made it easier for us to pick music around each other.
I smile, leaning back into Camila's front. "You really are wifey material," Camila's raspy morning voice speaks from behind me.
I felt her hands slide under my shirt as I poured the mix into the waffle maker. Camila pulled my waist to hers causing me to groan slightly at the motion.
"You like that, Lo?" She rasps in my ear while sliding her hand into my shorts, toying with the waist band of my boxers.
I felt myself harden under her touch, and the smaller girl's lips on my neck. I groan again, as Camila rubbed me through my boxers.
"Fuck," I moan as she slides her and into my boxers.
"Wake up, Lo."
And that's when I open my eyes to see Camila giggling as she was slightly hovering over me.
"You were shaking the bed and woke me up... I think you may have a visitor." She nods towards the tent in the blankets.
Damnit, I had a wet dream. I slap my hand onto my forehead.
"What time is it?" I rasp out.
"9, so your friend woke me up at the right time." She laughs and my face heats up.
I frown, "Stop it," I whine.
"Is my little Lolo embarrassed?" She asks in a baby voice.
"My Lolo" I blushed even harder, I was her her's? Does that mean she's mine?
"Your Lolo?" I ask, it was her turn to blush.
"I.. Uh.. Did-" I cut her stuttering off.
"Camz it's fine, I like being your's." A smile twitches on her lips.
