Oscar Diaz fanfic.
Complete to end of season 3, (the number of seasons that are out).
Welcome to the life of Camilla Martinez a 23-year-old lady who lives with her family and has the job of a Police officer, life is pretty great. But of course that...
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I groan waking up to snoring and I feel Oscar's arm wrapped around my arm tightly.
"Baby... Papi wake up," I whisper trying to wake him up and he groans opening one eye and closes it.
"Go back to bed," he mumbles and I chuckle and place kisses in his jaw.
"Wake up," I mumble and he catches me off guard when he smashes his lips on mine and I smile into the kiss.
"Come on outta bed," I say and pull up only for him to pull me down and bring himself over me.
"Don't leave," he mumbles kissing my jawline and I frown.
"Was it the nightmare again?" I ask placing my hand against his cheek and he nods.
"It gets worse every time," he mumbles.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask softly and he looks unsure.
"You died along with Cesar, everyone I loved died and I just don't want that to happen ever," he says and I kiss his jaw
"I'm not going anywhere Papi," I whisper and he smiles.
"Come on, I need to get to work," I whine and he groans moving off me.
"Turn around," I say and he smirks.
"Nothing I haven't seen," he smirks and I scoff grabbing my uniform and walk I to the bathroom.
"I can still see everything amor," I hear him say and hear the smirk in his voice and I turn around giving him a look. I get changed and walk back around to see him half-dressed, or fully dressed for him with his dickies (pants they wear) and a tank top that is yet to be put on.
