You and Me, Forever

Eating For Two

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"I think we should call him Camila junior," I smiled fondly at my stomach where my 28 week old was growing.

"Babe," Shawn looks at me from where he was putting in a DVD for Aaliyah and I to watch on the TV. "You know he's a dude right?" He smirks and I glare mockingly.

"I know that babe," I joke back, my hand rubbing gentle circles on my baby bump. "Camila is a pretty cool name and I think that any baby would be lucky to have it," I huff, slightly offended. "Especially our baby,"

"Definitely, because our son would love us for giving him a girls name," He sasses me.

"Watch the attitude Shawn," I say slowly at him.

"I can't believe you two are having a kid," Aaliyah laughs from where she lays across the couch, legs kicked up on the arm rest. Shawn sends his best death glare at her.

"What that's supposed to mean?" He asks, tone sharp.

"It means that the both of you bicker so much when it comes to the baby," I chuckle while Shawn just looks insulted.

"Shawn's just jealous because I don't want to call him Shawn junior," I hum, Shawn letting out a cry of indignation.

"Babe we're not calling our baby junior anything,"

"I guess that rules out Aaliyah junior," Aaliyah and I laugh as Shawn scowls, turning to walk out the room.

"Oh wait, Shawn," I try to turn to look over my shoulder to where he stands at the door.

"Yes Camila," He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Can you please get me some sour patch kids and a glass of caramel milk?" I ask, sending him an innocent glance.

"We don't have caramel milk, I don't even know if that's a thing?" He questions, looking mildly confused.

"Please Shawn, I'm really hungry," I plead, pouting my bottom lip. "Baby and I are hungry," as soon as I add the last bit Shawn is grabbing his keys, laying a kiss on my forehead and heading out the door.

"Since he's gone, want to go tell dad we're calling him Camila Junior?" Aaliyah asks, smirking at me.

"As much as I want to go do that, my sour patch kids hang in the balance and frankly I don't think I'm willing to risk that," I laugh, running a hand through my hair tiredly.

"Aw damn," Aaliyah murmurs.

"Maybe next time," I reassure, looking out the window in hope of Shawn returning in a miraculous 2 minute shopping trip.

10 minutes later however, the sound of the door opening alerts as Shawn walks in holding a bag.

"Turns out they sell caramel milk," Shawn grins at me, placing a carton on the coffee table and chucking me the sour patch kids.

"Thanks baby," I smile, leaning forward to kiss him, Aaliyah letting out a sound of disgust.

"I'll never get used to seeing my brother do that,"

Shawn chuckles at her mortified facial expression while I'm too busy opening the sour patch kids to respond.

"Babe," I ask, a few minutes later, turning my head to look at him.

"Yes," he trails off, eyes flicking to meet mine.

"Can you get me some biscuits and cheese, the one in the blue packaging with the cow on the front?" I smile sheepishly.

"You are so lucky I love you," Shawn groans, getting up again .

"Can you get me some candy Shawn?" Aaliyah yells grinning at me.

"Get your own," Shawn calls back and I laugh, hearing the door slam shut.

"He never gets me anything anymore," Aaliyah pouts.

"I'll see if I can bribe him next time," I tell her and she nods, our attention back on the movie.

This time when Shawn returns, he falls back on the couch, passing me the single packet.

"Do you know how many weird looks the cashier lady gave me when I went through only buying one packet of damn biscuits with cheese?"

"No," I answered, peeling open the wrapper.

"I'm not going again," He mutters, chucking an arm over my shoulder.

"Next time buy two, one for me, one for baby,"

Aaliyah chokes back a laugh.

We sit there in a comfortable silence while I eat my food, the TV providing a faint background noise.

"Hey Shawn," I test the waters softly.

"What," He asks suspiciously

"Can you get me like, one of those tubs of tomatoes?"

"Get away from me,"

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