You and Me, Forever

Bring Heaven To You [5]

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After two hours of rocking and crying and walking and crying some more, the entire Mendes family had finally found sleep. Like the doctor said, When the baby sleeps, the mum sleeps. It's been a hectic three months with Raul Peter Mendes in their lives, but Camila and Shawn love every second of it – except for when Raul is crying, they hate to seem him upset.

It feels like yesterday when Shawn was crying into Camila's arms, gasping about how she gave him his entire universe, whilst a few-hours old Raul was resting in a crib beside her hospital bed. He was curled up into her, head on her chest, tears wetting the gown she wore. She was extremely tired, but for him, Camila would move the universe. She stroked his hair and kissed him until he finally calmed down. And when he did, she muttered a simple, "Thank You," for all that he has done.

Raul Peter was born healthy, a delivery without any complications for which Camila has Shawn to thank for taking care of her so well for the nine months. He fed her, took care of her and gave her the utmost love and attention – he still does.

His first night home and they both had stayed up, whispering to each other about how beautiful he is, as he laid peacefully in the middle of their plush bed, fast asleep. They were seated facing him, on either side of the baby. They kissed and cried the entire night, admiring their creation, their entire universe. ("Stop crying! You'll wake him, you high-school graduate!" she'd sobbed, trying to bury her face in her sweater. He'd only sobbed harder, reaching out to kiss her.)

Now, their child is asleep on their king-sized bed, right in the middle of it, the duvets and pillows cuddled around him.

Camila and Shawn, however, were on the floor, fast asleep, sleeping in opposite directions; her feet were by his face and vice versa. Shawn had moved closer and now his arms are wrapped around her calves, face pressed into her sock-clad feet. Their snores sound in the room, to which Shawn sniffles in his sleep, pressing his nose further into her feet.

Without warning, a cry echoes through the room, jolting everyone awake. Camila immediately groans, eyes already fluttering shut as she protests, wiggling her legs in Shawn's hold. Shawn moans, grabbing onto them tighter and burying his face into her feet again.

A sudden kick to his face makes Shawn's eyes fly open and he yells out a protest. "Get up, your turn," Shawn This only further fuels Raul's cries and Shawn groans, sitting up and watching his wife bury her face into the pillow she somehow got, her body uncomfortable on the floor. Shawn sniffs, rubbing his nose and ruffling his hair. He's still in the clothes from the previous day, not having changed. When he checks the time, it's three in the night. Sighing, Shawn moves to sit beside her head and he lifts. a hand, running it through her hair. She moans, moving closer to him. Then, she moves her head into his lap, changing her position. He leans down, pecking her lips, before raising his head and running his thumbs over her eyebrows. She curls into him, hand stroking his thigh and nose pressing into him. "Bubba, come on, I'll take you to bed."

Camila shakes her head, letting out a moan, "I'm fine." Shawn frowns, watching her fall back asleep, so he quickly pecks her lips and sets the pillow under her head again. He gets up, shorts falling back down to their actual length because Camila pushed her hands up them in her sleep. He yawns, prodding over to the bed.

Their baby is wiggling, sobs coming out in intervals. He is so precious. His brown hair sits proudly on his head and Camila's melanin made his skin look tanner. He brings his baby fist up to his nose, rubbing at it just like Shawn does and at this, the father grins, getting on the bed. "Hi, bub," Shawn cooes, leaning down and booping his nose. Just as he does, Raul's small mouth opens up to let out a soft yawn and Shawn's heart melts at the sight and sound. "You're so precious - the most precious, aren't you, bub?" Shawn whispers, hands reaching out and lifting his kid off the bed. He wraps him up in both his arms, holding him sideways and rocking him gently. Shawn kisses the baby's forehead, unable to resist.