Dinner was actually fun, Camila managed to open up to my family gradually. Chris after her half-joke about us being quiet during sex was totally in awe waiting for something similar to leave her mouth.
Taylor mostly observed us, but seemed to like Camila too.
As soon as my father started speaking Spanish with Camila and noticed how fluent she was, surely better than me, he was sold.
He kept refilling her and Gabe's plates and they kept eating like their stomachs were bottomless.
"Guys, it's enough, you'll have bellyaches if you don't stop eventually." I tried to tell them.
Gabe was seated between me and Camila, and I noticed that my mom in particular looked at every interaction among them, how she cut the food for him, or when he picked something from her plate and noticing how he liked it she gave him more.
They just had this connection that I always admired and my mom apparently was seeing it too.
It was in small things, like how Camila always seemed to know when to pour him water, and obviously all the food exchanges between their plates, it was evident how much time they spent together at home to be that in tune with each other.
"Help me, bathroom." I heard my son say in a low voice to Camila, she looked up at me and I nodded, excusing them.
"How much time do you all spend together?" my mom asked with a half smile, I knew that that's what she'd been thinking.
"We see each other almost every day mom, but if you ask because of how those two are, that's a natural thing, they've been like that from day one."
"Aren't you jealous?" Taylor asked unsure.
"I honestly thought I would have been, but it never happened, I see them so happy and I'm happy too" I chuckled, "it's not like I can feel left out at all," I shoot a quick look at the stairs, "now you see him so close to her during dinner probably 'cause he's sensitive and he knew she was nervous to meet all of you. He's a little angel. That's his way of taking care of her, to make her take care of him."
"Sis, you're screwed." Chris spoke, earning a glare from my dad.
"You can bet on that." I said softly with a little smirk, thinking of what Camila would have answered to him.
The boy found himself with his jaw dropped for the second time that night and to my surprise my father burst out laughing, totally unfazed by what I said.
"I told you to take the kid's bed out of the girl's room Clara, now you know I was right!"
My eyes went wide at my dad's words and didn't hesitate to speak, "that's what you were discussing? Whether to make me and Camila sleep alone or let Gabe be in the same room?" I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.
"You're twenty and practically live with the girl. I don't expect you to spend all of your time playing cards." I blushed at his answer.
"Ok, but we can share the room with Gabe for a few days, it's not like we need to--"
Camila's hands on my shoulders interrupted me, I was possibly even redder than before at the idea she surely heard the last few statements.
"Can I go watch TV? I'm done eating" Gabe's voice sounded tired.
"Sound's like you're sleeping in my room buddy" Chris told him; the sentence woke the kid up, and he started a sort of victory dance.
"One question though" Chris said in a serious tone and Gabe stared at him ready to answer, I was scared. "Do they sleep naked?"
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Mama's boy
Fanfiction"When you're twenty and your child is four you know something probably didn't go as it should have, when you know almost nothing about his father it is for sure." Lauren is a college student with a lot of responsibilities and happens to make wrong c...
