LAUREN--
Maia woke me up just as she did the first time Camila and I slept in the same bed. My daughter had been excited to start the day.
"C'mon Lowen!" She tugged me down the hallway as we reached the steps.
"Slow down you little nugget," I yawn, swooping the small brunette into my arms to walk down the stairs.
"Lowen, do you like Tangled?" The small girl asked as I walked down the stairs.
"Yes, it's a great movie." I smile, as we neared the kitchen.
"Good because I wanna watch it this morning," she giggles.
"Can you make waffles?" The small girl asks.
"Does mommy have mix?" I ask Maia, walking to the cupboard where Camila kept all of the boxed foods and the toaster.
"Yes, Mommy's favorite breakfast is waffles. She always has a box." Maia states.
I spot the box and a waffle maker, I grab the two and place them on the counter.
"Can I go watch TV?" Maia asks, clearly uninterested in the making of the waffles.
"Sure, let's go put Disney on." I smile.
Once Maia was happily watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with a small plastic cup of apple juice, I went on with making the waffles.
I spotted Camila's small speaker on the counter, so I plugged my phone in playing She Way Out by The 1975.
I had heated up the maker as I finished mixing the batter. I felt arms snake around my waist, "Dancing like she way out," the voice whispered along with the band.
Camila and I shared the same love for the band, which made it easier for us to pick music around each other.
I smile, leaning back into Camila's front. "You really are wifey material," Camila's raspy morning voice speaks from behind me.
I felt her hands slide under my shirt as I poured the mix into the waffle maker. Camila pulled my waist to hers causing me to groan slightly at the motion.
"You like that, Lo?" She rasps in my ear while sliding her hand into my shorts, toying with the waist band of my boxers.
I felt myself harden under her touch, and the smaller girl's lips on my neck. I groan again, as Camila rubbed me through my boxers.
"Fuck," I moan as she slides her and into my boxers.
"Wake up, Lo."
And that's when I open my eyes to see Camila giggling as she was slightly hovering over me.
"You were shaking the bed and woke me up... I think you may have a visitor." She nods towards the tent in the blankets.
Damnit, I had a wet dream. I slap my hand onto my forehead.
"What time is it?" I rasp out.
"9, so your friend woke me up at the right time." She laughs and my face heats up.
I frown, "Stop it," I whine.
"Is my little Lolo embarrassed?" She asks in a baby voice.
"My Lolo" I blushed even harder, I was her her's? Does that mean she's mine?
"Your Lolo?" I ask, it was her turn to blush.
"I.. Uh.. Did-" I cut her stuttering off.
"Camz it's fine, I like being your's." A smile twitches on her lips.
I didn't know what to say next, luckily my tent went down.
"Uh Lo? I wanna ask you something.." Camila stutters out.
The last time they were in this situation, it was Lauren asking Camila.
"What is it Camz?" I ask, sitting up against the headboard.
"Will you uh be my... Girlfriend?" Camila blushes.
I smile, pulling Camila into my lap.
"Yes Camila, it'd be an honor to officially be your's." I wrap my arms around her waist.
Camila plants a kiss on my neck, and cuddles into me. The kiss was simple, but it sent chills down my spine.
"And we'll do it right this time." She pecked the same spot again.
I smile content, well half content.
"Is my Maia still asleep?" I ask.
"She usually walks in if she's awake, but it's Saturday, she always sleeps in on Saturday to 11." Camila tells me.
"Okay, do you just want to be straight up and tell her or wait for a while? It's your call." I throw the blankets over us.
"Let's wait maybe two weeks or so," Camila shrugs, grabbing the remote on the bedside table.
She goes to the recorded, and clicks on the reruns of Friends.
I groan quietly and Camila giggles, "Same old Camila?"
"I've always been the same Camila, just I have kid, steady job, and I work out." I laugh at this response.
Where do you work out? I need to find a gym, I'm starting to get flabby." I speak.
"Flabby? I can feel your 6 pack through your shirt." Camila retorts.
"I worked hard in rehab to get to my physical height, I don't wanna loose my muscle." I tell her.
"How long were you in rehab?" My girlfriend asks me.
"I got out two years ago, and was there for a year and nine months." I twirl loose pieces of Camila's hair.
"Then I was working at a club for the two years I lived in California." And keep going on.
"What kinda club?" Camila asks watching the rerun.
"A strip club." I deadpan.
"As a bartender." I laugh.
It was odd to be the one reassuring the black out drunks, usually I was the drunk. Working as a bartender opened my eyes to the harsh reality of alcohol, I never wanted to hit rock bottom like I did.
Camila and I watched random shows while rambling about different things.
"It's eleven, I'm going to go wake Maia up. Do you wanna go to the park today?" She asks.
"Sure, I'm going to change and everything." I heave myself out of the comfortable bed.
While Camila wakes Maia, I change into a pair of shorts that end at my mid thigh along with a loose black tank top.
"Maia is picking out her outfit, damn you look great." Camila says eyeing me up and down.
I again, blush slightly at my girlfriend's words. I place concealer under my eyes while Camila getting dressed in her room. I apply powder over the concealer so it will stay then I walk out of the bathroom.
Camila was buttoning her shorts as I walked out, "You look great Camz," I say wrapping my arms around her waist.
She had a pair of mid thigh, light blue shorts on with a black cut off shirt. The shirt had 'Cabello' written across the top of the back, the number 7 in the middle of the back and the front had our school's logo is white.
I questioned the number choice but realized it was Camila's soccer number from high school. "Where'd you get this shirt?" I ask.
"Field day, we have one every year and the students get to choose the colors. This was my first year teaching." She explains, and turns around to face me.
"Ooh, do I get to participate in this?" I ask.
"You have a seventh grade study hall right?" She asks me.
I nod, "Then yes, you do. It's for the seventh grade." She tells me.
I was kinda excited for this field day, even though the school year had started two months ago.
"Mommy! Lowen! C'mon!" Maia yells from her room.
We walk in to see Maia dressed complete in a pair of dark shorts, a tank top with Ariel from the little mermaid on the front. "I need someone to do my hair." Maia states.
"I'll do it, you can go make some food?" I ask Camila.
"Sure." Camila smiles leaving.
I French braid my daughter's hair and place a bow at the bottom of the braid, so it had the elastic.
I jogged into the kitchen to see Camila while Maia was dancing along to some song of Sofia the First.
I wrap my arms around her waist pecking her cheek, trying to be quiet because she was of the phone. "Sofi, just come over here." Camila grumbles, cutting up strawberries .
I frown laying my head in the curve of her neck. "Yeah okay, we'll be outside in the backyard when you get here. Okay bye Princess, I love you." Camila says and then places her phone down on the counter.
"Sofi is going to be staying here for a little while." She sighs as I place pecks along her neck.
"That's fine, I bet Maia will be happy to see her aunt." I say running my hands up her sides.
"Apparently my Mami and Dad found her making out with her girlfriend." She says dumping yogurt into the bowl of strawberries.
Knowing Camila's parents, they are not a fan of having one gay daughter, but now two? That probably killed them.
"It's great that you're helping her, though." I say as she spins to face me.
"I just want a hug right now." She huffs.
I waste no time wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, as she lays her head on my chest with her arms around my neck. Maia walks in confuse and I motion her to join the hug.
"Mommy, I want to help." Maia tugs on Camila's shorts.
Camila smiles picking Maia up, and placing her between us. "I love you mommy," Maia says wrapping her arms around Camila.
"I love you too flower." Camila smiles.
"We love you too Lowen." Maia turns her head to me and I wrap my arms around Camila's waist again.
"I love you guys too." I smile, looking into Camila's eyes.
"So much." I finish.
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So I didn't want to spend time figuring out the age difference between Camila and Sofi, so Camila is 27. Sofi is 19, Lauren is 28, and Maia is 4.