You and Me, Forever

Bring Heaven to You [3]

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Camila stares at the night lamp, looking at it curiously – she is really fucking bored. She has nothing to do and Camila cannot sleep because her damn cravings have kicked in. Four months into the pregnancy and it does not get any easier. Tonight, Camila wants to grab a veggie patty and slather it with mayo and ketchup so she can take big bites out of it.

However, Shawn is peacefully asleep beside her, snores leaving him as his chest rises and falls, finally getting the sleep he deserves. But, it's not even the night. It's late at night, but it's only ten o'clock. Camila sighs, turning to her side and lifting a hand, brushing it through her husband's curls, fingers gentle and calming. She sighs again, moving closer to him, until her nose is squished against his cheek and her lips over his as she pouts, wanting to go to sleep.

She doesn't want to wake him up. However, she cannot stay like this because she really fucking wants that veggie patty with mayo and ketchup. So, Camila groans, giving in and swinging her legs off the bed and planting them on the cool ground. She walks over to her closet, pulling his side open and getting rid of her sleeping shorts.

She grabs her leggings that somehow ended up on his side (if they're honest, all their clothes are mixed up, Shawn wears her hoodies and she wears a lot of his pants), and pulls them over her legs and wonders if it's alright if she pulls them over her belly. Frowning, Camila pulls her phone out to Google and checks. Smiling and reading that it's alright, she pulls it a little over her belly, knowing it's going to slip down and irritate her in a short-while, anyways. She sniffs, a little cold, and reaches for his baby-blue sweater and slips it over her shoulders. She walks over to Shawn's bedside table and grabs her wallet, breaking even her fifty note with a couple of his fives and twenties, from his wallet.

When she sets his wallet down, his hand reaches out and wraps around her wrist, "Mila, someone's breaking into our home." Camila rolls her eyes, looking at him, turned to face her, shirtless. His eyes are closed, a pout is on her lips, and his head is tilted up, smushed into the pillow. She leans down, keeping her hair away from her face, and gives his cheeks a raspberry kiss before getting up to leave again. "Bubba, where you goin'?" he slurs out, then making some noise of drowsiness and sleepiness and settling into his pillow again.

"Nothing, just going to get some food," she informs, going to head out of the bedroom. She never has to go on night runs for cravings because she always has food in her house. But this one thing. . she doesn't even know how to make it and something about Tim's just appeals to her very much.

"I'm coming with," he grumbles out, getting up and rubbing his eyes. He leans down, picking off the sweater he kicked off in the night, and coming to her. She smiles, hand reaching out to press into the blue material of his Youth hoodie.

"Go to sleep, hun, I'm gonna come back real, quick, yeah? It's just down the block," she smiles, leaning up and giving him a small kiss. He pouts, one hand slipping into her hair.

His eyes are barely open as he hums, swaying them a little, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hand. He has his lips puckered out, as his brain slowly processes the information. "Not walking alone at night."

"Babe, it's alright," she giggles, finding her husband so very adorable with how sleepy he is. He shakes his head, leaning his forehead against hers. Her heart jumps at this and she smiles gently, blushing a little.