Soccer and WHAT? Camila/You

First Day of School

At 5 in the morning, Y/n's alarm sounded, but she moved quickly to turn it off, not wanting to disturb the peaceful sleep of Camila and CJ. Camila stirred briefly but soon settled back into slumber. Y/n quietly slipped out of bed and dressed in her workout clothes, preparing for her daily exercise routine.

She made her way downstairs to the gym she had in the house. Today's workout was focused on push exercises, and she pushed herself through the routine. About an hour later, feeling the satisfying burn in her muscles, she decided to forgo the treadmill and opted for a run in the nearby park after getting Camila's clothes.

Upon entering Camila's home to retrieve her clothes, Y/n couldn't help but take a moment to look around. This house was where her son had grown up, and it held the memories of their family. Her eyes wandered to the pictures on the walls, capturing CJ in all stages of his life. There were photos of Sofi, Camila's family, and even a graduation picture. She remembered the day she had chosen to skip her own graduation to start her soccer career in Spain. It had been a decision fueled by ambition, but now, looking at that photo, she couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She noticed something else in the picture – Camila's baby bump. If only she could've put her pride aside back then, maybe she would've been a part of their lives sooner.

She moved on to Camila's university graduation pictures, many of them featuring a younger CJ playfully photo bombing. Y/n couldn't help but think about all the moments she had missed in their lives.

Entering Camila's room, she found a suitable dress for her, picked out a matching set of underwear, and closed the drawer, trying to keep her thoughts in check. Then, she spotted a boot box in the closet. Curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for it, not prepared for its weight. With a sudden drop, the box and its contents scattered onto the floor, creating an unexpected mess.

As Y/n sorted through the scattered contents of the box, she found a collection of memories from their high school days, a signed Barcelona jersey, tickets to the Ed Sheeran concert she had once gifted Camila, pictures of them as teens, and envelopes that were addressed to her. She hesitated for a moment, feeling guilty about opening them, but they were addressed to her, and curiosity got the better of her.

She opened the thickest envelope she had found, unprepared for the tidal wave of emotions that were about to wash over her.

Dear Y/n,

I don't know why I'm writing this letter when I have no address for you in Barcelona. So, I will just send it to your house and hope you see it on a break. I'm so sorry I let you leave. I did it for you, to follow your dreams and be happy. You deserve happiness after everything we've been through. But now I'm rethinking it. I don't think I can do this alone. I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm pregnant, and it's yours. My parents found out and assumed it was Shawn's. I'm letting them think that for now because I don't want them to talk to your father. I want to be the one to tell you. Inside this envelope are the first pictures of our little bean. I really wish you were here, but I didn't want to drag you down. I've never stopped loving you, and I know one day fate will bring us back together, but until then, I have to be strong for me and the baby.

Take care,

Love, Camila

Y/n was left stunned, her hands trembling as she clutched the letter. Camila hadn't lied when she said she had tried to tell her about the pregnancy. But why hadn't she sent it? She went to open another letter, hoping to find more answers when her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hey, Cabello," Y/n choked out, her voice trembling with emotion as she tried to hide the fact that she had been crying.

Camila's sleepy voice came through the phone, concern lacing her words. "Hey, Y/n, I was just checking where you were. My alarm sounded to get ready, and I wanted an update on the clothes."