Only Fools (Camila/You)

Mama Mila!

"Marry me, Y/f/n—"

"I'm pregnant."

I'm pregnant, she said, and time stopped. I'm pregnant, she said, and my heart died. I'm pregnant, she said, and suddenly the room was spinning , but I kept myself together and choked back my tears.

"What?" I asked, my voice shaking as my arm (the one that was extending the velvet box) dropped in defeat.

"I—" she began, tears also continuing to welling up in her eyes. She collected her thoughts. "I didn't mean for it to happen." She exhales shakily, and before my eyes, I see the love of my life crumble.

Then I was reminded what I was here for, why I was on my knees, and how to ease the hole in my heart.

"So then we'll raise it together." I began, swallowing the lump in my throat as I willed myself to speak with confidence. "It'll be our baby. Marry me, Y/n." I repeated with persistence.

"Don't you understand? I can't be with you, Camila."

"Why not?" I asked, my voice desperate. I couldn't understand why, if she were still in love with me, we could not be together.

So she's pregnant. So what it tears me to shreds that it isn't ours. I'll push that all to the side for her.

All I want is for her to be mine forever, and I'll do anything. Even raise a baby that will never be mine.

"Being in relationships is dangerous for me." I almost screamed at her weak response. I would give her the moon.

"Y/n, I love you. I know I've messed up, but—" she cut me off.

"It isn't just that. Being away from you has also left me time to think. Too much time." She mumbled the last part and my stomach dropped. "Not only has every relationship I've ever been in mentally fucked me over, but physically fucked me over even worse.

My first girlfriend turns out to be straight then her crazy ex boyfriend decks me in the nose. My second girlfriend's—your crazy ass mistress beats my ass! She broke my nose and my ribs, which led to my fucking drug addiction. And now!" She let out a bitter chuckle that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"My fuck-buddy, the only man I've ever been with, got me pregnant! I'm pregnant, Camila I have to take care of my body. I need to put this baby first—all that matters now is it's safety, and being with you isn't safe." I was speechless. I never realized how physically misfortunate Y/n's been. Now that she's put it into perspective, I feel even worse.

Helpless.

I wasn't sure what I could say to her that'd changer her ever-so stubborn mind.

"Do you love me?" I asked anxiously.

"I do love you, Mila." She said exhausted, keeping eye contact but dropped it down to her tummy. "But I love my baby more."

I was at a loss. My head was a mess and my heart was on fire. I was thinking of everything and nothing. I simply couldn't find the words. I was overwhelmed with the bomb the brown-eyed beauty just dropped and her overall rejection.

That poison was hard to swallow, but I didn't give up.

I'm getting her back if it's the last thing I do.