the three of us {chim}

Piece 109

Author's POV

"Good Morning!" Cheryl sang as she sat on her daughter's hotel room bed and kissed all over the teen's cheeks. Camille stirred in her sleep and woke up to her mother's kisses. Kimberley laid next to Camille and grabbed her daughter's body.

"Mummy, tell her to stop!" Camille cutely whined and hid in her Mum's neck. Kimberley pouted and held her daughter close while smiling at Cheryl.

"Tell who to stop?" Kimberley joked and looked down at Camille hiding in her arms.

"Mammy," Camille muttered and pointed to her mother. Cheryl let her mouth hang open and went in for a tickle attack. The teen fully woke up and wiggled out of her mother's tickles. Camille went to her Mam's arms this time and felt more kisses on her head.

"You're so cute when you call us 'Mammy'." Cheryl cooed as she adjusted herself to be comfortable in her daughter's embrace.

"Did you order breakfast?" The hungry teen asked and looked up at her Mam. Cheryl nodded her head and kissed Camille's nose, making her giggle.

"What will we do today?" Cheryl asked and looked down at her teenage daughter.

"le concert de Noël à Notre Dame." Camille let the words slip off her tongue so effortlessly, causing her mothers' to smile.

"Alright, let's get our breakfast then get out to town. It's our last day." Cheryl spoke as she got out of the bed. Camille frowned and rolled onto her Mum's body, wanting a bit more of her cuddles. Cheryl went to her room to set up the breakfast on the patio again, waiting for her girls to come over.

Camille and Kimberley soon walked onto the patio and met up with Cheryl. They kissed Cheryl's cheeks, thanking her for setting up breakfast. Camille sat across from Cheryl and next to Kimberley, smiling at the secret that her Mum doesn't know.

"Millz, do you want tea or orange juice?" Cheryl asked her daughter as they all settled in their seats.

"Juice, please," Camille responded and watched her Mam pour the orange juice into her glass.

"These concerts...what are they like?" Kimberley asked and took a bite of her croissant.

"There are a ton of soloists who will come on and off the stage and sing French songs. I mean, you guys won't understand the songs, but it's still amazing to listen to." Camille explained and remembered the concerts she's seen in the past.

"Are any of them famous?" Kimberley asked another question as Camille took a sip of her orange juice.

"In the art world, yeah. Not radio famous but they're like tip-top performers for their college and stuff like that." Camille went on to talk about the soloists.

"That's cool," Kimberley smiled and took a bite of her breakfast "Are you going to go to an art college?" The mother asked and saw the teen look off into the distance. Camille had leaned back in her chair and was thinking long and hard about the question.

"I think that you would be amazing in an arts uni.  Have you thought about that at all?" Cheryl asked, seeing that Camille hadn't answered the question yet.

"I mean...not really. I just don't know where I want to go or what I want to do." Camille finally answered and thought about her future. Whenever she tries to imagine her future, she can't. Camille is confused about where she wants to go and who she wants to be.

"And that's okay for now. I never knew what I wanted to do until the opportunity for me job now came along." Cheryl said to her daughter, wanting Camille to take her time. Her future is her life and if the teen needs time, Cheryl wants to give it to her.