my head is a jungle

my head is a jungle by sassy 

I knocked gently on the door of Camille's apartment, my hand going back to hold Gabriel firmly against my chest immediately as I waited. A second later she opened it, her face relaxed and gorgeous as always. "Shh." I whispered, smiling at her, "He fell asleep."
She just nodded as she let me in, closing the door behind us and following me as I made my way to our boy's room. Despite not spending much time at her place I still knew it pretty well, since I had to pick my kid up and then leave him again there every week. Camille and I had agreed to split the custody of our son from the beginning, so he was with me a week and with her the next one, but we still had no problem with switching days if one of us was busy and it worked perfectly for me. "Is he wearing his pajamas already?" She asked in a barely audible voice, glancing at me from over her shoulder as she made the bed for him, adjusting the pillow.

I didn't answer but unwrapped the blanket from around his body carefully, part of me almost wanting him to wake up so that I could say good night but also knowing how grumpy he could get if he did. We had had this routine for almost four years not but I couldn't get used to it, leaving my little man was still something I did not too willingly. He let out a quiet snort when I bent over and laid him down on his bed, his small body adjusting while his mom made sure he was well covered for the night. I caressed his hair gently and pressed a light kiss on his forehead before following Cami out of the room and through the hallway, my eyes glancing into the kitchen and noticing the pizza on the table. "Were you eating?" I asked, getting a nod from her, "Do you want company?"

"I don't have enough for two." She answered with a small smirk on her lips, the mood between us relaxed and...easy.

I couldn't complain about how things were between us now, after a breakup you can hope to keep a respectful relationship with your ex but when you have a son there are no other options, mostly for the baby's sake. And so here we were, being friendly and trying to do our best for the result of what had been our love. "I wasn't trying to invite myself, I ate already." I grinned back at her.

She shrugged, "If you don't have anything else do to."

"I don't." I said quietly and stepped into the room with her, sliding my hands into the pockets of my jeans as I leaned my shoulder against the wall. There were times when I saw her and wondered how we could be now if we had never broken up, then I snapped myself back into reality and realized that we were probably better like this.

"You're not going to stand there and stare me while I eat." She raised one eyebrow at me, sitting at the table and nodding to the other chair.

"Do you want me to stare at the wall instead?" I grinned but took a seat, leaning my back against the chair and thinking about the last seven days spent with Gabe. He was a good kid most of the time, a little crazy sometimes and with a lot of energy, but barely complained about anything. Still, no matter how hard we tried to make him feel loved, I could tell that he suffered for having two parents that weren't together anymore. "He missed you." I said eventually, even if it was nothing new.

Cami smiled at my words, a shadow crossing her eyes for a moment. "I miss him always..." She trailed off, the tone of her voice a lot like mine when I said the same.

I nodded, sharing the same feelings as her. The only thing that made a whole week without seeing my son bearable was the thought that he was in good hands, his mom was a good one and I knew that with her he had everything he could possibly need, I trusted her completely. "Are you really going to eat that entire thing?" I let my eyes flicker towards the pizza, a personal sized pizza but more than the normal person could eat.

"Yes," She grinned at me, the clouds into her eyes dissolving quickly at the change of subject. "But if you ask nicely, I might give you a bite."

"You're lucky I'm not hungry," I said instead and she rolled my eyes playfully, still grinning.

"Are you on a diet?" She wrinkled my nose, around models too much to know that most of them didn't eat, no matter the gender. I wasn't that kind of model though, sure I was careful to eat healthy but I liked food too much to give up on it and I worked out enough to burn even the extra calories. I laughed and shook my head, watching her bring the slice up to her mouth and take a bite, adding a dramatic moan as she chewed and swallowed. "Delicious. You're missing out."

I reached for a slice off her plate and wasted no time, taking a big bite and then returning it to her plate as I chewed. Nodding my head, I swallowed and grinned, "It's okay."

"Just okay? You're crazy," She shook her head, picking at a piece of pepperoni and eating it. Cami's love for food, and mostly anything Italian, was no mystery to me but I wondered where she put all those food since her body was still so thin and perfect. I guessed that having a kid and a job was enough to keep her in shape.

"Look at the bright side," I smirked at her, the same smirk that once I had used to seduce her and that now made me millions. "More for you."

"I still have gelato for dessert," She shrugged and bit into the pizza.

"Are you depressed?" I asked, raising one eyebrow at her.

"Uh what? No! Why?" She furrowed her brows as she looked at me, half offended and half puzzled.

"You're eating comfort food." I said with a wide grin, let her know that I was joking. Camille was hard to read sometimes, she had always been a private kind of person and since we weren't a couple anymore I had lost any right to ask her anything. I guessed it was normal, but it didn't mean I didn't worry about her or that I couldn't tell when something was wrong and now? Everything seemed fine.

She brought a hand to her mouth, chuckling and almost chocking as she tried to swallow, "I'm eating delicious food, there's a difference." She said back as she looked at me.

"Oh I see. Thank you for explaining." I said quietly but kept watching her with amusement.

"You know that if Gabe's home I can't eat like this." She sighed, propping her elbow on the table and leaning her cheek against her hand as she used her free one to take another bite of pizza.

I nodded in agreement, knowing that we had to try to make him eat as good as possible and pizza or gelato or any food like that was more like a reward, not something he ate regularly. It made things harder when you had no time to cook, I wasn't going to deny it, but then again wasn't parenting always hard? For what I had known and learned so far it was, luckily for me I had Cami to help me to correct my mistakes whenever I made one. "I can feel your pain." I sighed myself, running a hand through my hair.

Silence fell between us, both of us lost in our thoughts as she finished her pizza at the speed of light, my eyes moving to the fridge when I noticed a new drawing that I hadn't seen before. I couldn't help but smile, Gabe was all about drawing a lot, sometimes even on walls, and I guessed he got that artsy side ,if you could it call that, from her mom. "Do you like it?" She broke the silence as she glanced over her shoulder, following my gaze.

"Did you make it?" I asked with a grin, teasing her.

"No, but I made the adorable little artist and that should count as something," Cami winked at me and stood up, bringing her plate over to the sink. It was full of dishes and it didn't surprise me, we both used our weeks without our son to get some rest and neglect the things we usually couldn't. She rinsed it off and looked as if she was contemplating what to do, then left it sitting on top of the pile of dishes.

"Then I can take some of that credit too," I replied and when she looked at me, she bit her lip and shook her head.

"Do you want some gelato?" She walked over to the fridge to take the container out of the freezer.

"Only if its -"

"Mint and chocolate," She held it up, knowing it was my favorite. It was Gabe's favorite too.

"Are you trying to get me fat?" I joked as I leaned back in my seat and stretched my arms over his head, feeling exhausted all of a sudden but at the same time I felt like I needed to go for a run, my body missing my workout routine already since it was nearly impossible to follow it when I had Gabe with me.

She grabbed two bowls, already scooping as she grinned while I allowed my eyes to take in her thin body without getting caught. We might not be together anymore but I still appreciated what I saw, I was only a man after all. "You sound like such a model," She lifted her head up and saw our sleepy boy in the doorway, grasping his blanket with one hand and rubbing his eye with the other. "What are you doing up, cutie?"

"You didn't say goodnight to me," He replied and looked back and forth between me and Cami, letting his words count for both of us.

"Come here," She held her arms out towards him and he shuffled over to her, lifting his arms up as she picked him up. "You have school tomorrow and should be asleep," She said quietly and ran a hand through his hair then kissed his forehead.

He wrinkled his nose, "I want ice cream instead."

I got up and walked closer to them, staring into his blue eyes, "You know the rules, no ice cream before sleeping." I said quietly as I offered a smile, knowing that it was better to say no gently if I wanted to have a chance to convince him.

"But I'm hungry." He retorted with a pout on his lips before nuzzling Cami's neck and hiding his face.

She shot me a look as she tilted her head down to talk into his ear in a soft voice, "Didn't you eat with papa?"

He shook his head as he wrapped his arms around his mom's neck, making me roll my eyes. Lies weren't something I really tolerate and of course Camille was on my same page on that. "Hey, do you want maman to think that I'm a bad papa?" I asked and poked his side, liking to make points in a playful way instead of being too strict, as long as the result was the same.

He finally pulled his head back, looking at me with a serious expression. "No. But my tummy's empty again." He said as he shifted in his mom's arms and rubbed his belly.

My eyes met Cami's and I could tell that we were both struggling to keep a straight face. When he was so cute it was hard not to laugh, still, we couldn't or he'd stop taking us seriously. "Weird, you're pretty heavy." She said as she bounced him a few times, making him chuckle.

"Why can't I have it but you and dad can?" He asked anyway, not giving up. Damn he was stubborn sometimes.

"Because we're old." I answered as I grinned at Cami, who was staring at me with a brow raised and an amused expression on her face.

She pressed a kiss on his forehead as he frowned a little, "Say good night to papa." She said gently and moved closer to me.

Gabe threw his arms around my neck instead, making it clear that he had no intention to go to bad again anytime soon. "I want to stay with you a little more." He protested, his voice so little and cute that it was nearly impossible for me to say no.

I glanced at Cami, silently asking for her opinion, and she nodded, letting me hold him again before I sat back down on the chair. "Five minutes then you'll go straight to bed." I looked down at him but smiled when I saw how happy he looked to get his way for once.

Camille let out a sigh, ditching the bowls on the counter and opening the container, using her spoon to scoop some of the gelato and eat it. "Tell papa what we're doing this weekend," She said as I scooped up more, not letting her eyes leave us.

He smiled wider at me with nothing but admiration on his face, that look making my heart melt, "Painting!"

"I saw the picture you drew on the fridge," I smiled back at him and ruffled his hair up with one hand.

His head shook quickly, "My room instead! We're painting my room!"

I lifted an eyebrow and tilted my head in Cami's direction, just as she swallowed the bite of gelato. "We're going to do a mural in his room," She smiled. She was an amazing girl and an amazing mom, always attentive of our son's needs and wishes.

"I'm going to paint a monster," He said matter of factly.

Ben grinned back at him and the excitement he could never hide, Gabe was easy to read since he was good at expressing himself both with words and actions. He was growing up fast, even a little too fast, and I could tell that he was turning into an amazing little person.

"Are you going to be an artist?" I asked our son who shook his head.

"I'm going to be in magazines like you," He answered and Cami let out a small laugh.

"Oh are you now?" She asked him, looking amused since we both knew how easily he changed his mind. A week he wanted to be an astronaut, the next one a super hero, now it was the turn of wanting to be a model apparently. I had no problem with whatever he'd decide eventually, as long as he was happy, but I was glad that he wouldn't be making that decision before a decade at least.

He nodded his head and frowned a little, staring at his mom through his dark lashes, "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're adorable." She answered, her smile getting wider.

He wrinkled his nose, as if not liking that word and moving his gaze on me instead. "Do you want to be a model?" I asked as I tried my best to not grin like crazy, knowing how he liked being treated like a big boy even if he was still so little.

"Yes." He paused, smiling the same smile of his mom, "Can I be a model papa?"

"Of course you can, you're a gorgeous boy." I nodded and this time I couldn't help but smirk. I was no future teller but, considering how much Cami and I boosted his little ego, I could see him becoming confident at least and why wouldn't he be? He had everything you could want in a son and I didn't say that just because I was his father.

"Maman says I look like you when you were little like me." He shrugged, as if that explained everything.

I glanced at Cami, whose eyes were still glued on us, "I showed him some old pics." She said as she looked at me, leaving me wanting to see them too.

"How did she look instead?" I asked in a quiet voice, my eyes bouncing between my son and my ex as I felt my lips curving into a grin since I knew that whatever answer he was going to give me it'd be a cute one.

"Beautiful." He said simply as he beamed at her, his smile so big and his eyes so full of love that I could see Cami melting, her feelings showing on her face.

"Oh baby-" She started but he cut her off.

"I'm not a baby!!!" He protested loudly, his mood changing instantly as he started wriggling in my hold. That only meant that he was sleepy and on his way to become impossible to handle.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, forcing him to calm down, "Hey, don't talk like this to your maman." I said in a soothing tone, staring at him.

He blinked a few times before turning his head in Cami's direction, his arms stretching out, "Maman." He pouted at her.

Camille walked over to where we were sitting, bending at her hips to lean over me and take Gabe from my arms. He nestled against her instantly, always a sign that he was tired since he always said that only babies got held so much. "Is my big boy tired?" She asked and pulled her head back to look at him, his eyes already half shut.

"No," He said and yawned, resting his head back against her shoulder.

"Tell papa you love him and will call him tomorrow," She said quietly, running her fingers through her hair softly.

"I love you and will call you tomorrow," He repeated in almost a whisper, pulling his head away from her as I stood up and Gabriel kissed my cheek, loud and sloppy, leaving his mom grinning.

"I love you," I smiled back, following behind her as we walked towards Gabe's room.

I watched her as she laid him down on his bed and he rolled away from us to face the wall, asleep instantly. I would have never admitted it out loud but I genuinely thought that a good mom like Cami was hard to find and part of me was still sorry that we hadn't been able to work things out between us. She pulled the blankets up and tucked him in again, looking lost in a thought. "We need to start looking into schools for him," She said quietly as we walked out of his room, his night light leaving the hallway lit up.

I barely listened to her and stopped in front of a picture on the wall I hadn't seen the last time, a smile playing on my lips as I stepped closer to it, "Is this the picture you showed him?"

She grinned at the picture of us with our sisters and her brother. Noah was still in diapers then, so Cami couldn't have been more than Gabe's age, I was just a couple years older. "Yes... he really does look like you," She said seriously.

I tore my eyes away from the picture to look at her, my smile still in place, "I think he looks a lot like you too."

"But look at his eyes and yours!" She retorted, placing her index finger on the photo before glancing at me.

"But look at your smile." I said back as I let my gaze move on the picture again. Cami had been a beautiful girl who had grown up in a beautiful woman, no wonder why I had landed my eyes on her from the first time I had noticed her body change and getting curvy in the right places, she had always been hard to not notice and impossible for me since I had had her around a lot. Even though our relationship hadn't ended like I had wished, I had no regrets.

She turned her head in my direction and bit down on her lip, as if hiding her smile instead, "It was a silly one."

"Adorable instead." I said seriously, shaking my head. Sure she could be silly too, but adorable had always fit her better.

"Well, Gabe is pretty adorable." She agreed eventually and let her smile free too, leaving me staring at it and smirking as I nodded in agreement.

Her words echoed in my head, snapping me back to more important matters. "What were you saying about school?" I asked, changing the subject.

"We need to start looking into schools for Gabe." She repeated in a gentle tone, then paused to sigh, "I can't believe he'll be going in first grade so soon."

"He grows up fast." I said quietly while I wondered how exactly you pick a school. I kind of had an idea, but I wasn't sure about where to start, fortunately I wasn't alone in this. I really liked how Cam and I were always together when it came to take decisions for our son, I was proud of us. "So..." I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

"I talked to Julien's mom last week and she said she'd send me the name of the school where her older son is going, I guess we can take a look at that for starter." She explained as she crossed her arms against her chest.

I ran my hands through my hair, mentally going through my plans for the incoming week, "You and Gabe can come over for dinner on Thursday and we can talk about it..." I suggested, never missing a chance to spend more time with my boy and if Cami came along? I wouldn't complain either.

Cami nodded and tried biting back a smirk as she looked at me with what was a serious but on the verge of silly face, "Will you be cooking?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What's that face for? I'm a great cook."

"Since when??" She gave into the smirk which quickly turned into a wide smile.

Her reaction was understandable and it didn't really surprise me though, I was no chef and I made no mystery of that, she had experimented that on her own skin. In less than a few months we had turned from spoiled kids to young adults who were waiting for their own baby, Cami had moved in with me and it hadn't taken long to realize that neither of us was cooking. But we had survived and grown up eventually, now I was able to put food on the stove and not to burn it all. I grinned and obviously didn't feel offended, "Be careful, you're going to hurt my feelings."

She shook her head, trying to shake away the big grin on her face, "I'm sure whatever you make will be great. Gabe always tells me what he eats when he's with you." "And?" I raised an eyebrow as she pursed her lips and let her eyebrow mock mine.

"And I trust you," She added and I let out a small chuckle.

I shook my head, since I knew that, "Thank you, but I meant what's he tell you?"

"That you make this spinach pesto grilled cheese sandwich for him and it's his favorite," She smiled.

I let out a small laugh, remembering that it was what she craved when she was pregnant and so what we ate most of the time. "He grew up with that even before being born, of course it's his fave...not because of how I make it." I shook my head even though part of me was secretly pleased that at least there was one thing I cooked that he didn't hate. Being a single dad and a model was probably the worst mix ever, when Gabe was with Cami I survived on take-away and simple meals, but you couldn't feed a kid with sushi and salads, so I lived the days before having my son with me again thinking hard about what I could cook for him. Or at least I tried.

"Oh come on, give yourself some credit." She nudged me with her bony shoulder, smirking up at me, "If you were so bad at making it I wouldn't have been so obsessed."

I smiled back at her as a quick flashback of our life back then crossed my mind. I could tell we had changed, we weren't so crazy anymore, still we were still us even if in a different...situation. "Do you still eat it?" I asked, curiosity showing in my tone.

"Well I'm not pregnant anymore." She answered with a joke.

"I can tell." I smirked as I poked her stomach which was perfectly flat, "Is it a no? Because if it is, you're missing out."

She slapped my finger away, grinning at me, "I haven't had one in five years."

I shrugged as I leaned my shoulder against the wall, keeping my eyes on her, "I'd tell you I'd make it for you on thursday but I doubt that it'd count as dinner."

"At least I'd be sure it's edible." She grinned even wider.

"If you're afraid of my cooking skills I can come here and you'll be making dinner instead." I retorted as I let my grin match hers.

"No," Cami shook her head, trying to conceal her grin and failing. "I think I need a night off instead... I'd love for you to make us dinner."

"Need a night off from veggies?" I quirked an eyebrow, my grin wide. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes. "Gabe said you only feed him veggies and try to make it fun by calling it a veggie party."

"And I guess it's not working," She let out a small laugh. Adorable.

I smirked back at her and crossed my arms over my chest, "One day he'll thank you... maybe."

"He will," She grinned. "He has good genes. Think about how he'll look in 10 years and all the little girls that will be after him," She shook her head.

"When he takes after me you mean?" I retorted with a smug grin on my face. Between all the men in my and Cami's families there was no one I'd like my son to take after, they were heartbreakers at least, so I guessed that despite everything I was the one remained and at least I knew how to treat a woman. Plus, he was my son so it'd make a lot more sense.

Her smirk grew as she shrugged, "Eh. You're not so bad."

"Not so bad?" I echoed her, my brow raising as I shot her an amused look, "You wouldn't have made a kid with me if I wasn't more than good."

She cocked her head to the side, her dark hair falling over her chest and I had to suppress the urge to push them back. "It's not like I was planning that." She said slowly, her lips curved between a smirk and a smile.

She was right, of course we weren't trying to make a baby back then, it just had happened because we had been incautious, thinking that that kind of things could happen to everyone else but not to us. Instead, nine months later, we had our baby boy. "Still, he wouldn't be so handsome if I wasn't his dad...you said that yourself."

"I hope he won't get as cocky as you." She shook her head but kept smirking.

"Touché." I lifted my hands in mock surrender, "But if he does, it's on you. He always tells me all the pretty things you say to him."

She let out a chuckle, looking like someone who had just been caught, "I'm sure you feed your ego just as much."

"It's hard not to, isn't it?" I confessed as I looked at her, knowing that she understood me completely. I didn't know if it was because we couldn't give to our son a conventional family, or because we were crazy for him, or maybe because he was really an amazing little man, but we were both constantly spoiling and adoring him. And not just us, our families and friends did too.

"It is." She agreed as she gave me a warm smile before bringing her hand to her mouth when she yawned.

I grinned at the move, not able to take my eyes away from her, "Tired maman?" I asked.

Her smile turned into a wide grin as Cami stared back at him, "Aren't you? Gabriel and Gucci in one day? Congratulations on the Gucci shoot by the way."

"Thank you," I smiled at her, a little surprised to be honest. My job wasn't something we really talked about, mostly because there wasn't much to say, but it was nice to hear her words. "And yeah, I'm a little tired. I just hide it better," I added with a smirk.

"I wear my emotions," She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest, leaving me wonder why she wasn't in her pajamas yet. She used to be a fan of spending her time at home with her pjs, but maybe time had changed that, I didn't know. "It's why I'd make a lousy model," She said with another yawn.

"For what it's worth, Gabe thinks you're beautiful. He tells everyone, everywhere we go," I grinned and I could remember the proud expression he had on his cute face every time he said that, as if she had the most beautiful mom in the world. Not that I could disagree with him.

"If he becomes a casting agent, I'll be in luck," She joked back. With her connections, her background and her look, Cami could have become a model easily but chosen her own path instead, something I had really admired about her.

I let out a small laugh, "I have an in with a casting agent if that's what you're worried about."

"Your boyfriend, you mean?" She smirked, biting her lip to try to conceal it.

"Tristan you mean." I said back and grinned back at her, amused by her choice of words even though in all honesty I couldn't blame her for it. Tristan and I were really close, bordering a relationship, and I wasn't even sorry about that, girls came and went while our friendship was stronger than ever.

"Yes, your boyfriend." She repeated, making me laugh again, "Are you seeing him tonight for some cuddles?"

I shook my head, ran my hand through my hair as I thought about what was waiting for me at home. A glass of wine, a movie, and my empty bed. "Unfortunately, no. But he's taking me shopping this week." I joked along with her, even if we were actually going shopping together. It could sound a little gay, but I was a model after all and I liked being well dressed.

"Lucky man." She grinned wider, looking at me.

I furrowed my brows, faking a confused look, "Who? Me or him?"

"Both." She answered before bringing her hand to her mouth and yawning. I wished for her that she had got plenty of rest during the past week or she'd have a hard time surviving hurricane Gabe.

"You keep yawning Cami, am I that boring?" I asked but smiled to let her know that I was joking. Not that I really needed to do that, just because we weren't a couple anymore didn't mean she didn't know me better than most people anyway.

She wrinkled her nose a little and nodded before smiling back at me, "Terribly boring. I might fall asleep right here, against the wall."

"That'd be uncomfortable and I'd feel guilty. Do you need me to tuck you in to bed instead?" I asked in a playful tone. If she asked me though? I wouldn't say no.

"Hmm..." Cami trailed off before grinning. "Watch a movie with me instead?"

I smiled and ran a palm up the back of my neck then messed up my hair a little, considering her offer. "I thought you were tired... Is this your way of trying to get me to stay the night?"

"You caught me," She shot me a smirk, taking a deep breath but from the way her nostrils flared I was sure she was just trying to suppress another yawn.

"I have a shoot in the -" I cut my words off as she faked a pout, battling her lashes at me until I was smiling again. How could I say no to her when she was so cute? I couldn't. "Fine. But I'm choosing the movie."

"As always," She rolled her eyes, already starting for the living room. She flopped onto the couch as I when through her DVD selection. There were classics, Gabe's favorites, super heroes movies and then the ones which once were mine too.

I picked Fight Club, because no matter how many times I had watched it, it was still one of the movies I never got tired of. After inserting the DVD into the player and turning on the tv I turned around, my eyes finding Cami immediately and I smirked when I noticed that she was asleep. I smirked to myself as I walked over her, sitting down next to her and taking a few seconds to take in her face. She looked like a gorgeous angel. "You can't fall asleep on me," I poked her side and she straightened her body out a little, stretching her legs out on the coffee table in front of us.

"I'm not," She widened her eyes and then smiled at me, playing innocent. "What did you pick? Oh! Ben.. not this one," She wrinkled her nose as Fight Club started.

"You told me to choose." I said in my defense.

She sighed and set her head on my shoulder, "No, you made yourself at home instead and chose before I had a chance to."

"You were too busy taking a nap," I said quietly as the sound coming from the TV got louder.

"Oops," She grinned, closing her eyes again.

"I warn you, if you fall asleep right now you'll regret it tomorrow." I looked down at her and smirked, studying her face once again no matter if I already knew it by memory.

Her eyes shot open and she furrowed her brows as she looked up at me, "Why? What are you up to?" She asked suspiciously.

"Nothing." I said as my smirk turned into a smile, "But my shoulder's not really comfortable. You'd wake up sore."

She clutched her lips together, taking a few seconds to come out with a response while my mind went back to the time when I made her sore in more ways than one. Four years apart and I still could remember everything about what we used to be, you'd expect that time would erase all the memories but no instead, it didn't work like that for me. "Maybe you should stop working out, your body is too hard." She said eventually and it took everything in me to ignore the accidental innuendo.

"Yeah right, then I'd have no job anymore." I smirked as I lifted my arm to wrap it around her shoulder in a way too familiar way. I guessed that there were two types of memories, the ones in your head and the ones in your moves.

She adjusted against my side without a word, folding her legs to a side until she was comfortable. "You face would still look fine, just no more half naked photo shoots." She said with amusement in her voice.

I tilted my head down, raising one eyebrow. "Those are the ones which pay me better." I pointed out.

"You have a son now, you can't make those kinds of editorials anymore." She shook her head as she kept a straight face even thought she was being silly.

"Do you think that my body changed after our pregnancy?" I asked and tried to be serious just as she was pretending to be but I just couldn't, so I smirked wide from ear to ear.

"Eh." She sighed as she tore her eyes away from mine to look back at the tv, leaving it at that.

I grinned to myself, thinking about her body instead. It was still a perfect one, you wouldn't say that she had a baby, the only thing that had changed a little was the size of her breast which, of course, was a good kind of change. "Do you want me to pick another movie?" I asked eventually, changing the subject.

"No," Cami said and shook her head a little, watching the movie. "This one's fine."

"Am I supposed to tuck you in after you fall asleep?" I asked and she tilted her head back to look up at me through her lashes, her lips curving into a smile.

"I won't fall asleep, but if I do, just wake me up," She answered, averting my eyes back to the TV.

I let out a quiet chuckle, because I'd never do that. "I haven't forgotten how grumpy you get when someone wakes you up..."

"I've gotten better," She said honestly then looked lost in a thought. I didn't know what sleeping schedule was anymore, but sure I knew how Gabe could be a living alarm, mostly on weekends when you could sleep in instead. "How are you not exhausted? I didn't even have Gabe today!"

"He took a long nap," I replied and she laughed, her body shifting against mine as her hand fell onto my leg. She quickly moved it before the moment could become awkward. I didn't mind it though, I knew that there was no hidden meaning behind her touch, we were just friends whose moves came from a past together but nothing more.

"Did you nap too?" She asked out of curiosity.

"With Gabe? No," I shook my head.

"Never?"

"No, but I think you do instead."

She looked back up at me and grinned, "He loves cuddling."

"Or you do." I grinned back at her, ignoring the movie completely now.

She just shrugged, reaching for a wisp of her hair and playing with it, "I think he got it from me maybe. Don't you ever cuddle him?"

I watched her closely, feeling a little weird because I couldn't help wondering what our boy would think if he walked on us right now. We weren't doing nothing bad, but he wasn't that little anymore and understood perfectly that his parents were, in theory, supposed to be together, I could only hope he didn't suffer from having two homes, two beds, two everything where it should have been all one instead. "Of course I do, he's too cute to resist." I admitted eventually and smirked, "When he's tired he doesn't take no as answer."

"What did you guys do today?" She asked, sounding genuinely interested and I knew she was. We paid attention to keep the other updated so that there could be a continuity between what Gabe did with one and the other.

"We went to the park for a walk, had lunch with Chloe and then we went back home." I explained quietly, a smile on my face because it had been a nice day and my little man had been an angel. Too bad Cami hadn't joined us too though, I had the feeling that Gabe would have liked everything even more if his mom had been with us.

Her smile mirrored mine, "No wonder why he napped, he had to be exhausted."

"He fell asleep while watching Cars." I added as I shook my head, still grinning because I lost count of how many times he had forced me to see that movie with him again and again.

"I've seen that movie so many times, even I can recite it word for word," Cami said with a sigh and I believed her. Our son was obsessed with that movie, or any Disney one. "Speaking of which -"

"Disneyland?" I cut her off, guessing that her flow of thoughts was going in the same direction of mine right now. She quirked an eyebrow and I grinned, "Gabe's excited. He asked if I was going."

She stretched her legs back out, straightening out her body and moving away from mine. "Are you coming?" She asked, turning her body to face mine on the couch but still keeping a space between us as she pulled her legs back up.

"Of course," I smiled and she smiled back at him, pleased with my answer. When it came to our son we were a great team, it didn't matter if we weren't a couple. "Someone has to take Gabe on the rides since you'll be too scared to."

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Not you too."

"What did I do?" I faked an innocent face that only made her smile even more.

"Now I see where he gets it from."