Arya Jauregui is the daughter of Lauren Jauregui and Camila Cabello, she is 4 years old going onto 5 soon. She never knew who her parents were until she sneaks into the fifth harmony meet and greet. When Lauren and Camila see Arya at the meet and gr...
We have just gotten off our tour a week ago. Lauren, Arya and I are on a plane that is headed back to Miami which we are going to for our 3 weeks break. "Babe come on they just called our plane," Lauren called for me with Arya in her arms. I walked over to my beautiful girlfriend, "Mami where are we going?" I smiled at my little baby who is wearing a Ravenclaw shirt, blue jeans, a Harry Potter Snapback, black and white shoes and her glasses.
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"We are going to visit my Mami who is your Abuela," she smiled and Lauren kissed her head. "Then the day after that you're going to meet my Mami who is also your Abuela," Arya nods and cuddles into Lauren. "Mami? Mummy? Do you think they will like me?" I kissed her head, "of course they will baby they will love you almost as much as us." I told her and Lauren smiled up at me, "on the plane can you sing me a song like mummy did?" I smiled and nod, "of course."
As we take our seat in our three seater row up the front Arya started to get scared, "baby it's okay the plane hasn't even taken off yet." Lauren and I held her hands making her calm down a bit, "I hate planes." I kissed her head, "what song do you want me to sing baby?" She thought for a second, "Havana." She giggled and I looked over at Lauren, "did you know I wrote that song about your mummy?" She shook her head and I nod, "I did."
"That's so cool Mami," Arya smiles but then she stopped. "But you said he not she so how is it about Mummy?" I sighed, "baby our management don't like when Mummy and Mami are together so they said change it to he or I couldn't sing it." She nod, "they're meanies." I nod and soon the plane started to take off, "Mami." Arya curled up into my side and I started to sing for her softly with Lauren as my backup.
"Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
She took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ay)
There's somethin' 'bout her manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
She didn't walk up with that "how you doin'?" (uh)
(When she came in the room)
She said there's a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can't without you)
I knew her forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says she got malo in her (uh)
She got me feelin' like
Oooh... I knew it when I met her
I loved her when I left her
Got me feelin' like
Oooh... and then I had to tell her
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
She took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
I knew I was there when I read the sign
(Welcome to La Yuma)
I knew it was her when she hugged from behind
(It gets me every time)
She's put in work, but it's in the streets
(She said, girl, can you ride?)
And this is the part that my daddy told me
She got me feelin' like
Oooh... I knew it when I met her
I loved her when I left her
Got me feelin' like
Oooh... and then I had to tell her
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
She took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
Take me back to my Havana...
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
She took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
