ymms drafts

trick or treat (4)

This is half because there was a demand for a continuation of the adoption series, and half because I liked the prompt from CamrenAreTurtles. If any of you have any other prompts (for this series or the drafts book as a whole) then feel free to send them my way.

Also if this series gets more than like five parts I'm not sure if I'll add them to their own book or keep updating it here so lemme know what you think on that too.

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"Scawy."

Clara laughs lightly as her daughter hides behind her, peering around the back of her leg at the little werewolf stood by the front door. "It's scary?"

The werewolf pulls its mask off, and Camila looks over at Lauren with wide eyes. "Lolo! I didn't mean to scare you!"

The heavy guilt in Camila's stomach starts to clear when Lauren looks up at Clara, unsure, before she steps around her mother and lets out a small, "'amz!"

"I'm not a real werewolf, see?" Camila puts her mask back on, but then takes it off again, "it's just me! It's my Halloween costume. For trick or treating later, but my preschool also lets us wear them during the day on Halloween."

Lauren steps forwards, holding her hands out for the mask Camila is holding. Camila lets her take it, and examine it carefully. "'ost- ost'ume."

"Yeah, it's just pretend," Camila says, and when Lauren puts the mask on and looks up at her, she lets out a quiet, fake scream, pretending to be scared. Lauren giggles at her and takes the mask off, and Camila smiles. "Oh, it's just you!"

"Me!" Lauren giggles, before she holds out Camila's mask. The younger Latina takes it with a smile, but doesn't put it back on. She watches as the older girl whirls around to look at Clara. "Mami, me 'ost'ume?"

"You want a costume?" Clara asks, and Lauren bobs her head in confirmation. "Would you like to go trick or treating with Camila tonight?"

"'es, she girlfwend," Lauren answers, and Camila's stomach does that weird flippy thing, and she's happy she made her mom come here before she dropped her off at preschool, because she wanted to ask Lauren to come trick or treating with her. "Lion?"

"You want a lion costume?" Clara asks, and Lauren nods. When Clara smiles, Camila is happy, because that means she's going to say yes. "Okay. I think we can do that. I'll get your papi to pick something up for you on his way home from work."

Camila squeals, and she wants to hug Lauren, so she holds out her arms, to signal that to the older girl. Lauren smiles, and cuddles her, before she presses a clumsy kiss to Camila's lips. "I'm gonna come see you straight after school. Okay, Lolo?"

"'es." Lauren nods, rocking on her heels, "'ove you."

"I love you too, Lolo!" Camila beams at her, before her mom ushers her out of the Jauregui household and towards the car. She pouts when she's buckled into the backseat, and remembers how much she used to hate going to the Jauregui's house.

"But mami, they don't have a kid I can play with," Camila whined when Sinu told her they're going over to Clara's. "It's boring over there."

"Well, your papi is at work and I can't find a sitter for you at such short notice," Sinu told her, "so you have to come. I'm sure Clara and Mike will put a movie on for you."

Camila groaned, and was pouty the whole journey there. That's usually how most journeys to the Jauregui residence used to go, and she remembers one time she'd complained to Clara, asking her why she couldn't have a child, because it'd be so much less boring for Camila when she had to endure coming over.