You stared at Camilo with a confused look, "Excuse me?" You blinked repeatedly.

That did not come out the way Camilo wanted it to sound.

He took a breath in, "So you know how, like, we both admitted to love each other." He moved his head like a snake side to side. You blinked at him and he continued, "and you know he hugged it out, and Dolores said last night you were talking about something and it sounded related to what happened not that long ago..." He held out the last syllable of "ago" as his eyes narrowed at you.

Your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. You looked to the side then back at him as your eyebrows knitted together. "Uhm.." You cleared your throat. "It's true that I felt that way towards you." You started, you began to awkwardly move your hands as you continued to talk, "But I-uh" You chuckled, "After what happened, I was hurt... for obvious reasons, and I took a mental break you know, focused on myself." You nodded your head, "I can't say that I fully forgive you for what you did. Uh, I can't say for sure that I trust you. But, what I said sorry for interrupting you and not letting you explain yourself that-" Your hands waved pushing the air away, "time."

The two of you stood in silence, your lips pressed into a thin line as the baby woke up and began to cry.

"O-oh." Camilo's voice was soft. "So you don't?"

You looked to the side, you did, but you didn't want to admit it, you looked at Camilo tempted to tell him the truth, but you shook your head no.

You blushed, "Uhm, I'll get going then." You grinned pointing down the road. Camilo nodded his head as he watched you walk away.

He sighed looking down realizing the baby was still crying. "Me too bud." He said as he began to cheer up the baby.

...

When Camilo came home everybody immediately noticed his cheery mood wasn't there.

The family already knew, Dolores already told them all.

Camilo already expected this when he walked into the dinning table where his family was setting up the table.

He makes eye contact Mirable, he smiled patting him on the back, handing him his plate, she walked away as Camilo stared down at the plate, "They know" He thought looking back up making his way to get some food.

...

Camilo stared off into the distance lost in thought as he took a bite of his empanada.

The family all looked at each other. "Alright." Mirabel said, putting her empanada down on her plate. Camilo looked over at her, "What is up with you and Y/N." She asked almost glaring at him, she leaned forward, towards him. "Dolores already told you everything, what's the point of me restating what has already been said?" He said with an attitude.

"You still love them, admit it."

At this he froze. His eyes went wide as he stared at Mirabel who was smirking.

He slowly took out the empanada that was about to be eaten out of his mouth.

"What makes you say that?" He questioned, a blushed dusting his cheeks and ears.

"Oh, come on! The way you looked at them when they were hurt." Isabella piped into the conversation. "And the fact that you literally said it yourself to them not that long ago." Mirabel added. "I said love, so technically that was past tense."

"The fact that you asked me about them this morning wondering what they were thinking of last night, and also at night when you are in your room acting out scenarios of them. I bet you even shapeshifted into them when they supposedly say how 'gray and amazing and incredibly handsome you are.'." Dolores mocked him.

Camilo looked at her with a dirty look for exposing him in front of his family.

"I do not!"

He did.

Camilo grumbled sinking lower in his chair as he began to stuff his mouth full of food so he wouldn't have to talk again.

"Our little Camilo is in love." Isabella teased giving him a little pouty face.

He rolled his eyes taking another bite. "Too bad he got rejected." Mirabel snorted, Isabella bugged her.

"Oh no, he still has a shot." Dolores said, lifting her ear up in the air. "They're talking to someone about you right now bro."

Camilo swallowed all his food in one go. "What're they saying?!" He asked sitting up straight leaning closer to Dolores as she carefully listened in to what you were saying.

"Ugo, but I do!" You exclaimed, laying on Sofias lap.

She was at your house, the two of you were having a sleepover and your sister was on the corner of your bed eating a snack. She had been there when the two of you got home crashing your little get-together, though the two of you didn't mind.

"Well that sounds like a personal problem." Your sister said, taking a bite of her apple. said. You scoffed sitting up.

"Well at least you know he loves you back." Sofia said, you looked at her blushing, "But that doesn't mean I can trust him though."

"Oh, a forbidden love between a bad boy and a ugly rat." Your sister nodded her head. You threw a pillow at her, only for her to catch it and throw back at you twice as hard. It hit you in the face as you caught the pillow sighing. "Even if I forgive him, how would I know he wouldn't do it again?" He asked, looking down at the pillow. "Like what if he does it again? Or if he goes off and cheats on me pretending to be someone else so I wouldn't know?"

You looked up at them, Sofia and your sister looked at each other then back at you. They both shrugged their shoulders as you fell forward groaning as your head hit your pillow.

"I guess it'd be one of those moments where you have to trust each other." Your sister suggested, Sofia nodded her head. "CMilo seems like the kind of person to not make the same mistake twice. Maybe he learned his lesson?" Sofia tried to comfort you as she patted your shoulder.

"So I just have to gain their trust again?" Camilo asked.

Dinner had ended and Dolores, Isabella, Mirabel, and Camilo sat around Dolores.

Dolores continued to listen, she shrugged her shoulders, "Pretty much." She said looking at Camilo who was biting his lip. He began to get all giddy and smile.

"It won't be easy though." Isabella said, looking at Camilo with concern.

"I'm up for the challenge." Camilo said with a smile.

He blushed, there was still a chance.