My Interpreter - Camren

Pov Lauren My name is Lauren Jauregui, but you probably already know that, right? And that's my story. It all started when... Pov Camila Just yours, Lauren? Pov Lauren No, love. Wow. This is our story and it started more or less like this... Two years before - Good morning, my number one love. Good morning my number two love - I observed Zayn entering the kitchen. His sleepy face, his messy hair but always with that smile. He kissed Nicholas and then left a kiss on my head. - Good morning, daddy. Today Mommy will take me to school!- Nicholas said excitedly. Well animated, by the way. It's not like I do this all the time... no, it's not easy to reconcile all areas of my life. At least I'm terrible at it. Zayn was leaning on the sink counter and stared at me, holding a cup in his right hand. As if to ask "really?" I said nothing, I faced him back with the answer. He did not notice that I was ready to leave? Just like our son? Zayn and I... we met with... sixteen, I think. But we haven't separated since. Ten years together, between dating and marriage. We dated until we were twenty and then he did all that romantic stuff saying he wanted me for the rest of my life. That's okay... I said that too. And I love him, too much. He is my best friend, my eternal boyfriend, father of a little creature that I love more than myself and my husband. Nicholas is six years old, yes... marriage surprise. I don't regret getting pregnant at twenty. I am happy. I'm happy with him. We have Nicholas, there's no way we can't be happy. - Come on?- I looked at the little boy in front of me. He got up, took his backpack that was in some corner of the kitchen, and opened the door of the room. I really wanted to laugh, that backpack was bigger than him since when? Zayn realized. - Our son looks like a turtle or is it my impression?- he questioned with his characteristic tone of voice to speak gracefully of someone. I couldn't stand it, I ended up laughing loudly, which made Nicholas turn in our direction. And soon we disguised ourselves. - Mama? Come on?- the doorknob was even bigger than he was, and yet he wouldn't let go. - He didn't forget anything?- I asked with a slightly arched eyebrow. He looked at me for a long time until he let go of his hoof, I mean, backpack, and ran to the bathroom. He had to brush his teeth. - I was six years old and did not know the difference between toothbrush and toothpaste - my husband commented smiling and I ended up doing the same. - I got up to make sure that Nico wouldn't be wetting the whole bathroom in his room. But first I kissed my husband softly. Which is it? I just called him a donkey in the soft. I was a civil engineer and Zayn helped me, he was an architect. The company we had was mostly mine, about 85.7% of the shares. The rest was his, that was not his beach and I knew it. Let's say that my husband did architecture by free and spontaneous pressure from his parents. So the construction company wasn't his priority, but even so, he worked hard there. I went to the bathroom and saw Nicholas on a stool, to see his face in the mirror but it wasn't happening. Before an accident happened, I put my hands under his arms and raised him, imitating a dinosaur. We'll talk about this later. - Mama! Your dinosaur is bad," he said laughing. I put him sitting on my shoulder, of course, I was holding him and hit my eyes with his by the reflection. - How dare you to say Mama dinosaur is bad?- I asked with a false tone of annoyance. He even rolled his eyes but it wasn't something like "your dinosaur is wonderful, Mama. Actually, it was a doubt. A very pertinent doubt. - Isn't it a dinosaura? I felt my floor falling there. I never stopped to think about it. - I don't think so, Nico.- I answered. He passed one of his legs around my neck and that way he sat better. Then the question that leaves every father and mother without an answer happened. - Why?- he looked at me in a very innocent way. - Why didn't we ask Daddy? it's so nice to have someone at these hours... and the face Zayn made with the question was hilarious. But the bastard answered! The bastard affectionately answered. - Because dinosaurs are extinct animals and...- Nicholas was already on the ground with his father down in front of him. I don't think he knows how to answer. Then he looked at the watch on his wrist. - Wow! You'll be late! - Come on, Mom! My little turtle ran out the door. - Well done, Malik. I really don't know how to answer. His doubts are getting more and more complex.- I commented between one sigh and another, took my purse, and the keys to the car and house. - I have enough intelligence to escape from these situations, love.- he said in the same tone as me, when talking about his "stupidity". Nonsense! This man has nothing stupid. But I laughed, it was hard not to. We went to the garage together, it was cold and Nicholas looked like a burrito. A turtle burrito? God! It's my son! Lauren, get a grip now! - He's hard on so many clothes, Zayn commented, but it wasn't true. He was just small. And that hat was necessary. - Come on, Nico. You're going with mom to the company for now, okay? - let's say it was still early. And he loved to go with us, but that day Zayn wouldn't go at the same time. He literally jumped for joy, it was even hard to put him in the chair while he danced, but I managed. - See you later - I turned to my husband and he kissed me. - I'll be there soon. I love you, Laur.- he gave me a little stamp, kissed my neck too. I smiled with the little thing his beard did, shrugged my neck, and walked away still smiling. - I love you, until after again.- I got in the car, called, and gave back. - Mommy, but I'm going to school today?- I looked Nicholas in the rearview mirror but I turned my attention to the traffic. - Yes you are, Nico. You don't like to stay in the company a little bit with me? - I asked, appealing for the emotional one. It sounds mean, but he's worse, believe me. - I love it. But I want to see my friends. - Later, my love. - You're still taking me, aren't you? again I looked at him through the rearview mirror. - I will. I guaranteed it. I lost count of the times I said the same thing and ended up not doing it. But I wouldn't let Nicholas down that day. No... not that day. (...) - Lauren, it's time. I heard the voice of Ally, my best friend, and assistant. Time for what? Nicholas! - Damn it! - I got up and looked at the time that was marked on my wrist. We weren't late, but I had to leave soon. As I know how difficult it is to have a small child, I created a space for employees to feel comfortable taking their children to work. It was not an empty and boring space. I had things there, even some nannies. And that's where Nicholas was. - Nick? Come on - I didn't have to go in, luck! I'm sure he would have made me pass for some toy. He came running and took my hand. The path was silent and when we arrived at school he even gave me a kiss. All right, turtle! -•- - You have been on this computer for hours, love. You have to rest - after a stressful day, I was in bed but answering some emails. I felt Zayn next to me and if he told me again that I should rest...- Laur, you- - I know, Zayn! If I can do it quickly I'll rest - I didn't want to be thick. I really don't. But the subjects of the messages were leaving me out of the serious. - You want to be thick with me, fine. But Nicholas called you three times to say good night. Did you at least hear?- he completely disliked me. I realized right there. Since when did I lose my life to work? I love Zayn, but what made me sad was to notice that Nicholas does not have all my attention. My son is my only and highest priority. I left my notebook aside and left the room, thinking about taking Nicholas to sleep with me. When I opened the door of his room, I noticed that he was pretending to sleep. I sat next to him and my heart missed the beat, I can swear he cried. - Hey...- I called low and went up my fingers by his belly. Although tickling is a sign of panic in the brain and was used as torture in the old days, I had no other way to make him look at me. And he laughed so loudly! I almost got scared. - Do you want to sleep with me and Daddy? - I asked and he looked at me with a very serious face. - No, it caught me. I want to sleep with you here. - Here? - Here. Please, Mama... you never sleep with me... Do you know who spent the night in a children's bed? Myself. He ended up sleeping on me, I didn't complain. I need to do something... Vacation now... do you? No... too much on top... But in two months maybe? That's it. I can take two more months.