You and Me, Forever

Three Makes A Family[4]: Late Nights

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Camila's POV

It was starting, all the symptoms were starting.

My back hurt all the time, and I couldn't sleep at night but did all day. I got cranky and then very needy.

Shawn, bless his heart, was bouncing along with all of my hormones.

To be able to jump from trying to calm himself when I was mad at him for not putting his shoes away, to holding me two minutes later when I just wanted a hug. He rolled with the punches and smiled with me through it all.

The one symptom that he hated? My morning sickness, which he really called 'midnight sickness'.

Because like clockwork, when it strikes midnight I was doubled over, emptying the contents of my stomach.

The first night it happened he wasn't home. He planned on staying late at the studio that way he could be with me in the morning, but when he got the call he came running.

I was on the couch, relaxing to a movie, waiting for him to get home when my stomach flipped. I sat up, freezing as the movement jostled something in me. Then the burn started to rise and I was on my feet, running to the bathroom, for once thanking god he left the toilet seat up.

The first round hit and when I finally stopped. I leaned against the tub, phone in my shaking hand as I wiped my sweaty hair back.

"Babe? What's up I'm in the middle of a take." He rushed out.

I had obviously interrupted him, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hating interrupting his work.

"I just wanted to let you know," I say, voice rough and hoarse. "Because you got upset the last time."

"What babe? What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just threw up, morning sickness caught me tonight."

"What?" I could hear him snapping at the others to shut up.

"Morning sickness caught me tonight, I just-" I stopped myself, covering my mouth with my hand, the thought of throwing up readied me for another round.

I tossed my phone aside and leaned over, throwing up and leaving Shawn to flip out on the other side of the phone.

He was rushing around the studio like a fire was burning. With only one arm in his jacket and his keys dangling from his fingers, wallet shoved into his back pocket and phone pressed against his ear by his shoulder he booked it out to his car, not even telling the guys what was going on.

He sped home, changing lanes constantly, eyes laser focused on the road before whipping into the driveway.

He burst into the house, rushing to find me.

"Babe?" He called, dropping all his things on the ground as he looked for Camila. "BABE?"

"Bedroom." I called out softly.

He rushed in, finding me curled in bed, eyes shut, face pale, sweat collected on my forehead.

"Baby," He sighed, kneeling in front of me, brushing my bangs off my sweaty forehead. "How you feeling?"

"I'm better, that was awful," I whispered, opening my eyes at him.

"I missed it?"

"I hope so, I'm done throwing up tonight. Three times is enough."