"This whole thing is driving me crazy," I groaned.
"You're driving me crazy," Dinah said exhausted. "It's been almost a week since you found heard about this 'Superman', but yet you do nothing to try and find out who it actually is."
"What am I supposed to do? Just go up to Camila and be like, 'Hey Camila, who is Superman and why is he hurting you?'"
"Just ask Ashtyn about this person. She is the one who brought them up, so she obviously knows a lot more than us," The Polynesian admitted.
"She's only three, I doubt she knows anything about him."
"You would be very surprised at how much a three year old actually knows," Dinah responded. "She may not know a lot about this person, but I can guarantee she could put a face to the name."
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"Hi Kayne," I smiled, walking into the room and sitting down next to the brown eyed toddler.
"Hi Mama," she replied, not looking up from brushing her Barbie's hair.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"Playing Barbies," she responded, holding up the plastic blonde hair barbie doll.
"Where'd your sister go?" I asked, looking around the room to see the ocean eyed girl in sight. With tonight being the first show of the tour, everyone is hard at work to make sure the tour starts out with a bang.
"She threw a fit so mommy put her down for a nap," she answered, her eyes still glued onto the Barbie.
"And why didn't mommy put you down for a nap?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
"Because I'm a big girl and big girls don't need naps."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm, that's what aunt Mani said," the brown eyed girl told me.
"Since you're a big girl and big girls don't need naps, do you want to play a game?" I suggested, pulling out a bag of m&ms from my coat pocket. The game was originally for Ashtyn, but Kayne probably knows just as much about this superman guy.
"How do you play?" She asked, her eyes staring contentedly on the bag.
"Mama is going to ask you a question and for every question you answer, I'll give you a m&m."
"What if I get the question wrong."
"You can't be wrong, but you have to be honest," I said, sticking out my pinky finger.
"Okay," she agreed, linking her tiny pinky with mine.
"First question," I started, taking a blue m&m out of the bag. "What is your favorite color?"
"Green," she answered.
"Green? Why green?"
"Because it's the color of your eyes and I love your eyes," she answered. "I also love Ash's eyes but don't let her know that," she added.
"I won't," I laughed, handing the m&m over to the toddler.
"Two," she corrected, keeping her tiny hand stuck out.
"Why do I have to give you two?"
"Now you have to give me three since you asked me three questions," she acknowledged.
"You're right," I laughed before handing two more m&ms over to the little girl. She instantly popped them into her mouth, smiling as she chewed. "What's your favorite animal?" I asked, continuing the game.
"Monkey," she answered. "Because they eat bananas and they're funny and they look cute in bows," she clarified, an answer Camila would have given.
I handed over an m&m before moving onto the next question.
"Do you like Shawn?" I asked, a little hesitant to bring the subject up.
A smile grew on her face when his name left my mouth. "Yes," she nodded.
"Why do you like Shawn?"
Her doe eyes looked up at the ceiling as she tried to come up with an answer. "He plays with Ash and I," she finally answered, her eyes looking back into mine. "He reads us stories before we go to bed, he helps us color pictures when mommy is busy, and he keeps mommy safe," she finished with a smile planted on her face.
"Is that why you call him Superman?"
The toddler looked at me confused before shaking her head. "No mama, Shawn keeps mommy safe from Superman."
"Why do you call him Superman if he hurts mommy?"
"Because he always wears a Superman shirt," she answered. "Now m&ms please," she said, holding her hand back out.
I handed over the bag, my mind caring more about who this Superman is than how many m&ms my three year old is currently eating. If Shawn isn't Superman than who is?
"Hey Lauren, she's all yours" a voice said, snapping me from my thoughts.
I turned my head to see Camila standing in the doorway. Her chocolate eyes didn't shine like normal, her face was paler, she looked sick.
"Mama gave me candy," Kayne spoke up.
"I see that," the younger girl laughed, crossing her arms. "I was going to put you down for a nap, but I guess I can't now since you're all sugared up."
"Hey Kayne, why don't you go play Barbies with Aunty DJ," I suggested mainly because I wanted the toddler out of the room so I could talk to Camila.
"But Aunty DJ just breaks my Barbies," she pouted.
"If Aunty DJ brakes your Barbies I'll put her in timeout," I joked.
Kayne picked up her Barbies and ran out of the room. "Aunty DJ, break my Barbies!" The toddler yelled from the other side of the hallway.
"So, how are you?" I asked the young Cuban, standing up from where I was sitting.
"I'm okay," she replied, breaking eye contact. "Just exhausted," she added, looking back up into my eyes. "How 'bout yourself?"
"Not too bad," I nodded my head.
"Jauregui!" I heard the loud mouth Polynesian yelled from the other end of the hallway. Seconds later she was standing next to Camila with Kayne holding onto her leg. "What da hell you feed to your little demon?"
"Ask her mother," I replied, pointing to Camila.
"Lauren decided to feed my child an entire bag of m&ms," Camila jumped in, pointing to the empty bag of m&ms that was laying on the floor.
"You're lucky they're looking for you in wardrobe," she glared. "Or I'd be murdering your ass right now."
"You wouldn't be the first person to," I smirked, before pushing past the two of them.
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"Mama, lay with me," Kayne whined.
Camila's mom was supposed to put the girls to bed after we preformed our first song, but clearly that didn't. Whenever the girls are tired, they decide to whine instead of going to sleep. It drives me insane.
"Go lay with Sissy," I replied.
"She's laying with mommy and I don't want to sleep next to mommy. I want to sleep next to you."
I sighed, knowing I wouldn't get important emails out unless I got her to sleep. I grabbed a hold of her hand and led her back to the bunks. I lifted the tiny girl into my bunk before climbing in. I pulled my Lana Del Rey blanket over us and rubbed her back until I heard her softly snoring.
I kissed the top of her head before carefully climbing out of the bunk. I walked towards the back lounge and pressed a button, causing the door to slide open and reveal Camila sitting on the couch.
Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were stained not only with tears but with mascara. I sat down next to the young Cuban, pulling onto my lap and wrapping my arms securely around her. Her body stiffened up at my touch, but slowly relaxed after a few seconds. Her hands trembled as they held onto my black 1975 t-shirt.
"Help me," she whispered loud enough for me to hear. "Please," she begged, her voice cracking at the end.
"Shh," I soothed, running my fingers up and down her back. "I have you, Camz," I whispered before placing a soft kiss on her head.
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HI!
So this one was short but I promise the next one will be longer!