Camila's PovI still can't believe how big Santiago is now, it's like yesterday he was so eager to leave from my womb and trust me I was too as much as I love him when I carried him almost every part of my body was either swollen or sensitive.
Yet even so he was a part of Y/n..So when she left he was what she left behind and every time I look into his eyes and look down at that cute button nose not to mention how sweet he can be at his age-
"Damnit Alex you know damn well to not to throw a baseball directly at a toddlers head!!" I heard Y/n shout from outside making me sigh.
I just pray he doesn't get her mouth..
"Hey Ugly, your son is wondering where you are" I heard Y/n chuckle as she walked into the door with dirt on the side of her cheek wearing a black baseball backwards and a long white dodgers baseball jersey and light blue jeans with some dirt on her knees as well.
"Well one so is your mouth so stop saying vulgar things around OUR son" I said making her laugh lightly as she fiddled with her baseball glove.
"And two, if I'm ugly why is your son so beautiful?"
"Because he got his good looks from his Momma" she said before smiling like the obvious asshole I always knew her to be which always made me smile back..
"Sure he did" I said sarcastically grabbing the cup of lemonade off the table as Y/n went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer before walking back over and taking a seat next to me.
"You still drink Corona?" I asked as she popped the cap off with ease while shaking her head.
"What can I say? It brings back good memories" she shrugged before taking a huge gulp after wiping some sweat off of her face.
"Let me get some" I asked smacking my lips softly as she put the bottle down.
"There's more in the fridge cupcake" she says shaking her head making me roll my eyes before I reached over and grabbed it anyway.
"You do realize I put my "vulgar" mouth on that right?
"Oh don't act like we've never shared a beer before, the only difference is we both have our clothes on" I say lowly sounding a bit embarrassed at my statement.
"Mhm" She says her glance not leaving mine and before we both knew it, we were sitting right next to each other.
"Camila?"
"Hm?"
"What inspired you give Santiago his first name?" She asked rather randomly before I felt a soft smile break out on my face.
"It's funny actually, I had no clue what I was going to name him even though I came up with hundreds of names during those nine months. Yet, none of those just made a single spark in my mind I had my world growing inside of me and I had no idea what to call him" I laughed heartily feeling a tear brimming from my eye as I continued.
"But a couple of hours after a long and insufferable birth, even though his name sounds so simple his mother was too not to mention I thought about how adventurous we both were, loving our freedom, he was just a part of us so I wanted him to have a name that described us both when we were together..I wanted him to have the best parts of us both regardless if you were in his life or not I knew I was carrying part of you inside of me so it's the he's the piece you unknowingly left behind too I understood why you were angry, He was and still is the light of my life and I prayed if you two were to meet you'd feel the same way I did the day I laid my tired eyes on him.." My voice cracking up as I pull the words out of my chest before I looked up from the table to see Y/n in tears as well..
"You can be mad at me all you want to..But I want you in his life because you are his mother and he will need us both" I said barely above a whisper as I felt her hand lay on top of mine.
"C-Camila I don't want that.." she chokes up making me head my heart crack almost as loud as it did all those years ago..
"I want you both in my life and out of that god fucking awful hotel.." she said sounding both serious and playfully disturbed making the sound of my heart cracking stop together and be replaced with a small thumping sound..
I think my world feels so dark anymore..
I only remember her as the moon, She did not steal the night but unveiled the beauty in my darkness...
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Strawberries & Cigarettes. Camila/You
FanficIt maybe 1990, But the bar you run Parties like its 1920 at age twenty-one. All the wild nights with the biggest of the baddest come to the bar, But what happens when A Gorgeous Red lipped Cuban from your past comes to interrupt your present? Will...