the three of us {chim}

Piece 68

(A/N: I just love this song, so there's a suggestion for you guys lol. Also, thank you so much for 8K reads! I love writing for you guys!)

Kimberley's POV

"Mumma!" I heard Camille sing as she lightly tapped me awake. Once I opened my eyes, I saw her sitting on her knees beside me.

"Hi." She cutely said and I smiled widely at her. I sat up a bit and wiped the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hi," I responded to her once I was fully awake. I fully sat up and leaned against the cushioned headboard of me and Cheryl's bed. I puckered my lips and she leaned her cheek in for me.

"Are you going to get out of bed?" Camille asked and I nodded. She smiled at me and got out of my bed. She ended up coming to my side of the bed and tried pulling me out.

"Why're you waking me up anyway?" I asked and resisted her pulling. She finally gave up and just sat beside me again.

"Remember? I'm going out with a friend...?" She said and made it sound obvious like I should know something that I don't.

"So? You said they were picking you up here. I don't have to drive you." I looked at her and she seemed a little bit offended.

"I want to hang out with you before I leave." She said and I watched her eyebrows stitch together. I know that look all too well - it's a Cheryl look.

"Aww, you wanna hang out with your Mumma. You're so cute." I pinched her cheeks and she backed away from me.

"Whatever." She mumbled and began to walk out, acting like she got upset.

"No, sweetheart, come back." I pleaded and stopped her from walking out of my room. She turned around and gave me a face that told me she wasn't playing around.

"You're making fun of me." She whined and pouted at me. I pouted back, letting her know that I invented the pout and it's not gonna work.

"No, I'm not. C'mere." I waved my hand and signalled for her to come sit with me again. She gave in but still pretended to be annoyed with me. I pulled her into the bed and sat her on my lap. She curled up into a little ball and laid her head on my chest.

"I love you," I said, hoping to get her to give up the act. I kissed the top of her head and swayed us back and forth.

"I love you more," Camille said and giggled when I tickled her sides. She got out of my lap and backed away from my hands.

"C'mon, I'll make us some breakfast." I held out a hand for her and she took it. I pulled us out of bed and walked her downstairs to the kitchen.

"What would you like today?" I asked her and she pretended to think.  I already knew what she was going to say, seeing that I was pulling out the ingredients already.

"Blueberry pancakes!  Have you ever made those before?" She jokingly asked me and I sarcastically laughed at her.

"So...where are you going?" I asked, needing to know where she was going to be in the case of an emergency.

"To a coffee shop with Wren." She answered and I thought about all the times that she's mentioned this 'Wren'.  I liked that Capron boy, but he turned out to be a rotten apple.  Wren seems to make Camille very happy and it's so easy to see.