the three of us {chim}

Piece 40

Camille's POV

"Good Morning, my sleepy angel." Mum's soft voice woke me up, making my eyes flutter open.

"Hello." She sweetly whispered and put her hand on my cheek.

I saw her face looking at me as she's kneeled down beside my bed. She gently stroked my hair as she continued to talk to me.

"How about some cuddles before we get ready, yeah?" She asked, making me nod.

Mum got under the duvet and pulled my head onto her chest. She wrapped her warm arms around me and held on tightly. I smiled into her chest as her warmth and love radiated onto me.

"Hey, Mum?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" She asked as she continued massaging my hair.

"I love you." I said, not knowing why I felt the need to say it.

"I love you, too." She kissed my head and pulled me closer.

We stayed enwrapped in the cuddle in a peaceful silence. The kind of silence that calms everything. Of course, that silence can't last forever.

"Look at you two." Mam pouted as she gently walked into my bedroom.

I turned over and held out my hand for her to take. She grabbed my hand and joined our cuddle session. We all laid in the warmth of each other's love.

"Even though I wish we could stay like this forever, we've gotta get to the diner." Mum said, making me and Mam whine.

"Don't give me that! You know we can't cuddle forever." Mum giggled and moved my head and body onto Mam. She got out of the covers and left to get changed.

"C'mere, bubba." She pulled me closer into her and kissed my head a few times.

"Five more minutes?" I asked as I felt Mam getting out of bed.

"Only five, or else Kimba will kill us." She said, making me smile.

We laid for five more minutes, not wanting to release each other. We, eventually, got out of bed and Mam left me to change. I went into my ensuite and turned on my curling iron. I put on minimum makeup and lightly curled my hair.

I walked out of the ensuite and into my wardrobe.  I picked out some dark blue skinny jeans and matched it with a white, flow-ey top.  I grabbed my brown booties and went downstairs.

I'm not used to being ready before Mum, so I just made myself a cuppa.

I leaned on the kitchen island counter and scrolled through Instagram.  It's interesting seeing all the random people who want to follow me.  There's normal people, fan accounts for Mam, and even fan accounts for me.  For god knows what reason.

I haven't taken myself off of private because Mam told me to wait.  I don't know how long she's going to hold back from the media knowing the truth about me.  It's not like I want or need them to know, but sometimes it feels like Mam doesn't want to tell them for different reasons.  Maybe she's ashamed to call me her daughter.

Kimberley's POV

I walked into my own bedroom and was soon joined by Cheryl.  She looked sad as she watched me get all my stuff together.