How did I get here?| Camilo X Reader

Chapter Eighteen-Competition

"I don't think I will ever have kids," I murmur to Camilo.

We are both laying on the ground, exhausted from watching the kids. They had so much energy and there were so many. We had spent all day playing and drawing, it started out as fun, but when I tried to sit down for a break, all of the kids started pulling me and telling me that they want to play more while Camilo was laughing in the back.

"Look who's laughing now," I remind him.

He glares at me as I sit up, one of the kids, who is strangely quiet, helps me get on my feet and then I reach my hand out to help Camilo.

I turn to the children, "who wants some lunch?"

I'm assuming that after all of that playing, they are very hungry because all of them cheered while raising their hands.

"Let's go Camilo," I grab his arm and drag him to the kitchen.

He puts his hand on his hips, "what are we making?"

I smile, "chicken soup. You will cut the vegetables and I will take care of the other things."

"No, you cut the vegetables and I will do the other things, you have done too much today," he frowns at me.

I frown too, "do you even know how to make chicken soup?"

He smirks, "yes, and I bet it's better than yours."

"Really? Then if you're so confident, how about we try and see who makes the best one?"

"Fine, the kids will decide who's the best."

I turn around and smile at myself.

'I'm totally going to win'

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We have both finished cooking and the soup was ready to be served. I served my soup in 13 plates while Camilo did the same but with his. After that, we brought all of the plates to the big, round table where the kids were sitting. Each kid had two plates of soup. We asked them to try both of the plates and tell us which one was the best without telling them who made it. Mine is #1 and Camilo's is #2.

"I think the first one is really good!" A little girl says.

"No! Number two is the best!" A boy argues.

"I think both of them are really good!"

And then they all went on, arguing about which one was the best tasting. I decided to make it simpler by saying that if anyone liked number one they would raise their hands.

7 kids raised their hands.

"What about number two?" I ask.

6 kids raise their hands.

I look at Camilo and smirk, "I told you."

He rolls his eyes and turns to the kids, "okay, finish you plates of food so we can go back to drawing."

They all nod and start eating. I go back to the kitchen and serve myself some of Camilo's soup.

I try it and surprisingly, it's really good.

"What are you doing?" He asks coming into the kitchen.

"Eating your food."

"Is it good?"

"It is actually. Even better than mine," I smirk, "but saying that will make me look bad after I beat you at a cooking competition."

He frowns.

"You should try mine to make it even, tell me if you like it."

He grabs a plate and serves himself some of my soup. He tries it, "it's really good. Aside from the fact that mine is still better."

I glare at him, "now that I think about it, it's your turn to wash the dishes, good luck with that."

I walk out of the kitchen quickly before he can say anything. Since the kids are still eating, I will just lay on the couch for a few minutes and close my eyes.

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I open my eyes and try to get up but stop when I realize that there is a blanket covering me. It was probably one of the kids that did this. I get up and look for everyone but there is nobody in the house, I realize that it is about 5:00 pm, that means that I have been sleeping for almost 3 hours. I go outside and find all of the kids drawing on the floor with chalk. They have been drawing some flowers and animals.

I look around and find Camilo helping one of the little girls, I smile. He looks up and we lock eyes. I start to blush and look away.

I feel someone tug on my shirt/dress, I look down and see a little boy.

"Can you help me to draw a rose?" The kid says, while fidgeting his fingers.

I smile, "sure! Where do you want to draw it?"

He points at a empty spot and we go towards it. I kneel down and get a chalk and hand him one too. I start drawing the flower while he copies what I do.

We were focused with our drawings, when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I look up to see Camilo.

"What are you two doing?" He asks as he kneels beside me.

"I'm teaching him how to draw a rose." I smile.

"I bet I can draw one better thank you," he smirks.

I laugh, "why do you want to make everything a competition?"

Hello everyone! Here is chapter eighteen! 😌

I feel like this is not a smooth way to finish this chapter but I tried my best. 🥲

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

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