Stupid Wife - Remake (Camren)

Wishes (8)

Camila Cabello's Point Of View

The big smile on my face couldn't be bigger, maybe it just isn't as big as the feeling present in my chest right now. I feel like I've never stopped loving her, and watching her smile all the time only intensifies that. Looking at her is like seeing the faithful copy of my sister with a touch of Rodrigo. The perfect blend of the two of them.

It's the weekend. Serena came to spend it with me. Nothing could make me happier. I'm loving getting to know her, I mean, again anyways. I feel like I've never forgotten her. The feeling is profound.

I know there's a thing called maternal bond, but is there something like an aunt bond? I feel as if we are connected somehow. It's surreal.

"So you don't remember aunt Lauren?" She asks slowly, analyzing every expression on my face.

We're home alone, and I'm telling her about my amnesia and everything that has happened in the last few days. Lauren took Louis for a stroll, so we still had a few hours to ourselves.

"I do remember her, I just don't remember the moment I fell in love with her."

"It must be hard. You two are one of those couple goals we see on twitter."

"Where?" I ask, not understanding.

Serena lets out a chuckle, bending forward so she can grab her phone from the back pocket of her jean shorts. I raise my eyebrows curiously. I'm still adapting to all these new things on the internet. There are some things I've learned, but there's still so many more.

"Twitter, auntie. It's a social network, people use it for several things besides just meeting new people and following the lives of their favorite celebrities. There's a lot of information here. After I started using twitter, I never read newspapers or watched the news again."

"Hm, that sounds interesting. Do I have it on my phone?"

"Yes, auntie. You're addicted to tweeting." She laughs, and I end up laughing with her, even if I don't remember that. But it's the kind of thing I'd do a lot, it seems like a fun thing to do.

"Do I have as many followers as I have on Instagram?"

"Yes. You and aunt Lauren are very loved on social media for being a beautiful couple full of love. And of course, there are the pictures and videos of Louis that makes everyone drool over my cousin."

"It's understandable." I comment in a distracted way. I'm looking through my twitter. It's not hard to learn how to navigate it. I click on my profile and as I slide my finger up, I come across a photo of Lauren and Louis. They are hugging, with him on her lap looking at her. You can see the glow in their eyes even though it's just a picture. The caption reads: 'My whole life'. "People really liked this one." I comment, amazed, after looking at the number of interactions that photo has.

"Yes, they love the Cabello-Jauregui."

I try not to be bothered by that junction of surnames. My niece seems to idolize Lauren with me, and I don't want to hurt her in any way with some stupid comment. To be honest, it sometimes seems that everyone we know simply loves to see us together. It's rather curious. What did we do that was so special to make them all feel like that toward us? I honestly don't know.

But I'm curious to find out, I confess.

"Louis is very photogenic." I'm looking at some photos posted by me on the media section of twitter. There are several of my son. In most of them he is with Lauren doing something, and it seems I really loved to photograph them together. A smile appears on my face upon seeing a particular photo: the three of us sleeping together on our living room couch. I have no idea who took this photo. The caption only has a little face with hearts in its eyes. And once again, a lot of interactions. "They really like the three of us."