After hours and hours of babysitting, It was already nightime. You and Camilo already put the Kids to Sleep after making them dinner. Mirabel and Dolores had to leave early since Mirabel has some major 'girl' emergency.

“Finally!” You sighed as you sat in the living room with Camilo. “I literally underestimated Babysitting. It really takes damn hard work.” You added.

“Tell me about it. That Mariana kid pinched my ear so hard.” He complained and you giggled.

“Hmm, I wonder what's taking their Parents so long?” You asked.

“From what I've heard, Abuela prepared  a feast for them for their hardwork earlier.” Camilo said.

“Aghh!!! I can already imagine a table filled with food! I'm starving!” You said and Camilo chuckled.

“There's still some leftovers of Mirabel's Arepas. You can eat it if you want.” Camilo said.

“But—... There's only one piece left.”

“No sweat. Take it, I'll just eat when we get home.” Camilo replied.

You then went to the Kitchen to get the Arepa and went back to the Living room. You kind of hesitated to eat it knowing Camilo hasn't ate anything since thins afternoon plus, it's his favorite.

You decided to split the Arepa in half and and handed the half to him. “Here.” You said.

“No, no. You take it—”

“I insist. Plus, I know you're hungry so just take it.” You said.

“Gracias.” He said and you smile.

As you two eat, Camilo remembered something that brought you two in a conversation.

“Say, are you okay?” Camilo asked.

“Yeah, why'd you ask?”

“Well—” He stuttered. “I noticed you hesitated to point out your Father in the picture this morning. I just thought maybe— something's up.” He added.

Not this conversation.

You sighed. “Well you see,— h—he died a few months ago.” You said with a low voice and Camilo's eyes widen.

“Oh. I'm so sorry for Bringing that up.” He apologized.

“No, no. It's okay. Besides, I literally needed to get that heavy weight out of my chest.”

Minutes then passed and all you two could hear is silence. You decided to bring up the conversation.

“I've been obsess with a lot of Fictional Characters my whole life. And people judge me for that. Sometimes I end up talking by myself, Imagining stuff like this. One night a friend of mine invited me to a party. When I came, all they did was make fun of me for being childish, crazy, immature Bitch. So I ran out and cried, I called my dad to pick me up. He was panicking and told me he was on his way.” You stated.

“But I waited for 2 hours and he didn't came. I got a call that he had an accident so I went straight to the Nearest Hospital, Mom and my siblings was there, crying. I came closer and now, he's dead.” Tears them slowly came out of your eyes as you gave small sobs. “My mom blames me for everything. Now she hates me and I think my family is now broken.” You cried.

“Hey, hey. It's okay. It's wasn't your fault okay? Don't cry.” Camilo said as he wrapped his arm around you. He really regrets bringing that story up. It's just hard for him to see you cry.

After a few minutes, he managed to make to stop crying and calm you down.

“Feeling better?” He asked and you nodded.

And idea then came to him. He stood up in front of you and closed his eyes. He then suddenly shapeshift. Your eyes then widen seeing Camilo as your dad. You couldn't explain your emotion at that moment.

“Camilo i—”

“Shhh! I'm not Camilo. I'm your Papa.” He said as he opened his arm wide.

It's been a while since you last saw your Dad so you quickly hugged him. The scent, Physical features, Camilo got everything right.

“Thank you, Camilo.” You said as you wiped your Tears and tries to smile.

He then shapeshift back.

“No problem, Hermosa. Anytime.”

At that moment, you felt things are starting to change between you and Camilo. It was—lovely.