Miss Cabello

What's Mine Is Yours Now

In a mad dash Camila and Grace made their way inside the bedroom. The pregnant woman wouldn't stop crying, desperate to find anything thing that would sympathize with her. She never felt so alone and defeated in 27years of living. Everyday for the past 2 and a half months, her conversations were filled with anger, pain and apologies.

Grace stormed towards her cabinet, almost breaking the doors open. Grabbing anything her hands could land on, she threw Camila's clothes onthe bed. "Hurry and change."

Camila was not a woman of delusions though, she expected Mateo's wife to be cold towards her, but she couldn't risk the life of her baby by confining herself in the Alegria, or should she say Jauregui, household. She did feel she deserved such treatment, after all it was her fault that Lauren was in such a predicament. But she had no financial capabilities to raise her child, much more provide care during her pregnancy.

"What are you doing?" Grace was rooted on the ground, pursed her lips and wrinkled her brows into a frown. "Please, Camila, we are already in a losing emotional battle. I do not want you to be more upset. Go and change, we'll be waiting for you outside."

Camila held her head in her hands, feeling Lauren's bitterness inside her like venom, slowly making its path towards her beating organ. But still, she hopes that one day Lauren will be able to forgive her. Her right hand made its way to her left shoulder, tracing lines like she did at his funeral. In a swift motion, her zipper on the back of her maternity clothing was undone. She dressed in a yoga outfit and went out to meet with Grace and Lauren.

The ride to the yoga center was engulfed in silence. Camila curled her arms around her belly, hands fisting around the fabric of her top. Her jaw was tightly clenched, her bloodshot eyes stared at the view by the window.Lauren was speaking to her about something, but she wasn't paying attention. The ache in her chest still wandered inside her.

"---so the center also offers lessons about pregnancy and childbirth." When Lauren noticed Camila wasn't listening, she narrowed her eyes. "Are you even fucking listening?" Her eyes became the usual cold that they were,her tone glacial.

Camila bit the inside of her cheeks and nodded. "Yes."

"After your yoga session, we'll head to Rosie Pope in Madison Avenue."

Perhaps this was the longest conversation they had without Lauren attacking Camila with waves of unpleasant insults and curses. Though Lauren's cold persona still laid upfront, Camila thought it was bearable, she just had to avoid making something snap in Lauren.

Camila flexes her sore fingers, and tentatively touches her bump. She needed to live for her baby. Even when the world around her is wishing for her misery. She would live and fight.

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"Hello, Miss Cabello! I am Dinah, your private trainer for the period of your sessions here." Dinah extended her hand to Camila, who shook it nervously. "I am pleased to know you decided to enroll in our classes. I am sure it will help you prepare for labor and promote your baby's health."

"Please take care of me." Camila replied, looking down.

"Alright, Camila, we'll just focus on your breathing and some gentle stretches, since you're still on your first trimester."

Dinah and Camila sat on the yoga mat, with Dinah straightening her back. "Your posture will help you achieve different breathing techniques, so it's important to have the right one. Now, I don't want you to strain yourself in achieving any posture. Allow your body to open. Allow your body to stretch."

"Okay, breathe in and breathe out through your nose. That's it."

Camila closed her eyes, relaxing, temporarily erasing all the painful words and memories out of her system. This could be her drug, her short ticket to being numb, even for a short while. This could help.