You and Me, Forever

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This one took me FoReVeR

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All last evening and into the night, Camila and Shawn's three-year-old son has been upset with Shawn. They questioned him, choosing to treat him like an adult so he learns to give them respect and not only seek attention, but they quickly realized three-year-old Raul was giving them the silent treatment – well, is. They asked their little bub together, then Camila asked before dinner, then Shawn before he tucked him after dinner. They do not really get what is going through his little head but they chose to let him cool off, have a sleep and maybe he would tell them in the morning. Hopefully.

Hopefully, because Shawn is leaving to go on a press tour and he wants his bub to give him many kisses and big hugs before he doesn't see him for a month. That morning of Shawn's departure, the night after Raul began his silent treatment, the pop star was growing worried. Camila is too, but to soothe Shawn, she keeps her worries to herself. "Darling, he'll come around once we get to the airport," Camila mumbles, lips pressed to Shawn's shoulder as they stand at the doorway of their son's room. His little figure is pulling up his underwear, stopping to glare at his parents. Camila blinks at this new found attitude. So much for treating him as an adult.

Shawn sighs, leaning his head atop Camila's, looking for some comfort. She leans up, kissing her husband on the cheek, before resting her head on his shoulder once more. "Hey, bub let's go eat breakfast with Papa," Camila calls, her voice turning sweet for her greatest love. Raul looks at his mother for a long moment, his brown waves resting atop his head, his Bambi eyes reflecting much of those of Shawn. At this, Camila cannot help but break into a smile.

"Pan-pakes?" Raul loudly asks, big hazel-green eyes blinking away in anticipation.

"Anything for you, bub. Let's go," Camila smiles, wanting to warm up to him so he will tell her what is going on. She lifts her head off Shawn's shoulder and she feels him squeeze her hand when she begins to walk away. However, she does not hear the pitter patter of small feet following her.

Frowning, Camila turns to find him standing in his room. Shawn is leaning against the doorway, arms folded over his chest, smirking. Camila genuinely thought she had Raul but ugh, the kid just had to inherit her stubbornness. The kid stares at his mother and keeps on staring. "Let's go, babe," Camila tries again, very well aware that it's to be a failed attempt.

"Pan-pakes, promise?" Raul asks, slowly, wanting to know the truth.

"Sí, Raúl, lo prometo," the father says softly, looking at his son with soft eyes. (Yes, Raul, I promise.)

"Vamos, Raúl. Vamos a comer!" Camila claps, trying to encourage her son to listen to her. (C'mon, Raul. We're going to eat!)

Raul looks at his father, blinks and then runs past his mother, in his underwear alone. Camila sighs, glancing at the ground from where his little body passed from. She feels arms wrap around her, squeeze her tight, and press a kiss to her temple. "He'll come around, I promise." Camila turns to her husband, kissing his lips. "Ok, baby," Shawn whispers, hands sliding down to his wife's bum and slapping it. Camila rolls her eyes, mouthing a 'fuck you,' to him. Shawn loudly gasps, and Camila makes a run for it, to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Shawn catches up with Camila. He ducks, diving to wrap his arms around her waist and pick her up. "Babe!" Camila laughs, once she's thrown over his shoulder.