"I love it when you call me señorita."
A love story between two people that know they aren't good for each other, but proceed to do so anyways.
Camila Cabello a waitress in a small cafe in Miami. After going off to college the young Cuban decides t...
The Cuban sat in her bed staring at a small picture frame and a white teddy bear next to it.
"Hey, Camila" Shawn said knocking on her door walking into her bedroom taking a seat next to her.
"Hi" she spoke wiping the tears that rolled down her face. "I guess you know now" she said "I'm surprised, you didn't figure it out" she added with a small laugh.
"Well, I never saw you with a child" Shawn said "and you won't, Shawn, I-I I lost him" the Cuban answered.
"Shit, I'm sorry Camila" the Canadian said looking at the girl.
"That's the only picture I have of him" she said pointing to the sonogram in the picture frame. "He looks just like you" Shawn said "thanks" the girl said with a small laugh.
"I never got to name him, I never got to hold him."
"Hey, come here" the boy said pulling the tiny brunette into his chest. "What did I do to deserve this? Yeah, maybe I wasn't ready to have a child, but I was ready to love him with all my heart."
"If you had the chance what would you name him?" Shawn asked the girl wipes her tears before looking at him "I had a whole list when I found out, I think I still have it." She said getting up from her bed working over to her desk, picking up a notebook.
"Four years later and I still have this" she said with a small smile. "Okay, so we have Mateo, Sebastian, Carlos, Enrique, and Camilo so we could have matching names" Camila said laughing at the last option.
"I also wanted to name him after his dad, but Anton instead of Anthony, he wasn't going to be in his life. I wasn't going to name my son after him."
The Cuban laid back in her bed patting a spot for Shawn. She laid her head on his chest "how can you love someone so much, but have never met them?" Camila asked "I don't know Mila, sometimes that's how life works."
"I wish I could meet him."
"You'll see him one day, I bet he's watching move you wondering what his mom is up to."
"I know, but I just wish I could see his little face and hold him. Maybe watch him grow up."
"I'm scared that I'm going to forget when I get older and hopefully have more kids. What if I forget? Sometimes I think about my life and I forget about it for a second, but just second. I'm a terrible person."
The girl began to cry again, she buried her head into Shawn's chest. He held her closed running his hands in her hair as she let out small sobs.
"Mila, you won't forget, when you have more kids you can tell them about their big brother watching down on them."
"So out of that name list what would you name him?" The Canadian asked "I think Mateo Cabello would be cute" she replied.
"But I like Anton because of West Side Story, it's my favorite."
"Mateo Antón Cabello" she said "cute name for a cute kid" Shawn said. "Thank you" she said with a small smile Pulling herself close to him "if you keep playing with my hair, I'm gonna fall asleep" the Cuban mumbled.
She began to close her eyes "actually, keep doing that, I wanna sleep" she said not wanting to think anymore.
She couldn't help, but think about what could have happened. What happened if she never got involved with Tony?
"Can you make the thoughts go away?" Camila questioned "I could, but your family is home" the Canadian spoke making her giggle.
"Can you sing?" The tiny brunette asked the boy "Uh, maybe" Shawn replied "awe, the bad boy doesn't want to admit he likes to sing."
"Shut up, Mila" the boy said "please, for me, I'm sad" the Cuban spoke "fine, I swear if you tell anyone about this."
"Sing use somebody!"
"You start."
"Okay, fine" Camila spoke.
"I've been roaming around Always looking down at all I see Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach" the girl sang quietly closing her eyes "your turn" she said softly.
"You know that I could use somebody You know that I could use somebody."
"You sing nicely" she mumbled.
Shawn sang the rest of the song quietly while running his hand through the girl's hair.
The Canadian looked down at her, she looked so peaceful sleeping. He couldn't help, but smile at her.
She looked beautiful, imagine waking up to her everyday for the rest of their life. Why could he somehow picture it?
He shook his head, he couldn't picture this. She deserved someone better then him, this wasn't supposed to be serious. But he here was at her house meeting her parents and watching her sleep.
Wow, that sounded creepy.
He thought to himself. The boy slowly tried to get up, but the tiny brunette held him tightly. "Don't leave me" Camila mumbled in her sleep, now he couldn't leave.
He then closed his eyes, might as well sleep while he was here.
"You think she's happy with him?" The Cuban's mother asked opening the door to Camila's room. She looked at her daughter sound asleep on the boys chest.
"I don't trust him" her father spoke "you'll never trust anybody with your daughter's heart."
"After that Anthony, I don't want them near her."
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