Strawberries & Cigarettes. Camila/You

Chapter 21

Your Pov

I began to clench my jaw a bit and put some pressure on the steering wheel remembering that day as if it were yesterday and feeling as if  the wounds were still fresh.

"How could I ever forget? It was your birthday.." I said lowly as I continued to focus on the road her brown eyes just burned into my skin almost as if someone sparked a match and held it up to my face and left it there, I don't know where in the hell most women get that superpower because I doubt I have it.

"It was also the biggest fight you and I have ever had" She said with a small grin before it fell back quickly while I sighed deeply wondering why she was trying to have me walk down memory lane don't get me wrong I have some good memories of Cuba

But I also have the worst ones that scarred me for life..

"Camila I don't want to talk about this right now, Can't this wait until we get back to my place?" I ask looking at Santiago who murmured a little bit as he laid there in his car seat sound asleep not wanting to wake the peacefully sleepy boy.

"Yeah.." She muttered turning her gaze away from me and back on the window with a blank stare while the darkness of the night sunk in as we made our way back to the house the car filled with silence and the sound of the engine keeping us company.

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I went upstairs to the bedroom with a cigarette in my ear while holding a metal tray with a bottle of vodka and two glasses as Camila suddenly requested for some odd reason making me wonder if we were ever going to finish our conversation or if we were to just let it go and move on which is honestly what I want us to do but I feel as if it is always going to make us what happened back there in some way shape or form so if we have to talk about it

I can't bury what I felt about that day inside of me any longer..

I came into the master bedroom where she resided sitting on the foot of the bed her hair wrapped up in a messy bun wearing her glasses and a white tee with some overly baggy gray sweatpants

I swear the 90s has no shame.

But at least she makes it look good.

I set the tray down and take a seat right next to her both of us sharing the same look as we stared down at the bottle and well shined glasses.

"Would you like me to pour it up for us both or?.." I ask trying to break the awkward and torturous silence before she shook her head and I grabbed the bottle twisting the cork off with ease as I slowly pour up both glasses one for me and one for her still wondering in my mind why she wanted me to have a glass.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to bring yourself a glass" She said making me slightly widen my eyes.

Since when can she read minds? Last time I checked she was not my mother..

"Yeah I know you said we needed to talk so, If you asked for vodka I can pretty much assume what this conversation is going to be about" I said in a solemn tone as I handed her the glass just filled with straight vodka.

She sighed deeply before turning to look at me patting my legs to signal me and face her as well with our legs crossed Indian style as we faced each other.

"We're going to play truth or drink, I have a feeling I don't need to explain the rules to how this works considering our memory of this game" She said making me nod my head in agreement as I took the cigarette out of my ear and held it in one hand and grabbed my drink placing it in the other.

"Yeah I had oh so wonderful hangovers from when we played that game in Joel's basement" I said rubbing my head at the memory trying to lighten up the situation but she only gave me a small grin.

"Would you like to go first?" I offered as she shook her head as we both raised our glasses.

"To the whole truth"

"And nothing but the truth" She said lowly as we clinked our glasses and moved forward with the questioning.

"Okay first question, Did you ever expect to see me again after leaving Cuba?" She asked as I simply shook my head no in response to her question.

"Do you still talk to anyone from Cuba?" I asked as she shook her yes in response.

"I still speak to Erick and Sometimes Christopher, I think Jasmine is the one who's tried to contact me the most" She says nonchalantly.

"Are you..Happy that you've met Santiago?" All I could do was break out into a wide grin and tell her yes when the young toddler came to mind.

"Does Santiago know that I'm his "father" or mother?.." I ask in air quotes making her chuckle lightly.

"I have to say yes and no, I told him that you helped create and bring him into this world but I didn't say you the one who planted the seed if that's what you mean" She Shrugs.

"Did you ever..think about me while I was away?" She asks making me sigh deeply taking the first big sip of the night as he face fell slightly biting her lower lip.

"Did you ever think that Santiago..wasn't mine at first?" I ask making her bite her lip harder as she too took her first big sip of the night.

"D-Do you truly want to know what happened that night? M-My birthday?.." She asked lip quivering as I look down at the glass before looking up at her.

"I want to know everything that happened.." I asked my heart thumbing and my hands sweating as the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the clock ticking in the room sounding louder and louder as time went both forwards and backwards..

I would've never thought that even so much as one sentence of her story, Could've made me wish to rewrite our whole love story...