"Hey Normani... it's me," Camila said, voice tired. She can't remember the last time she called this number. It must have been years ago. "Lauren had the baby,"

She chuckled, reminiscing how funny her wife was while she was doped up, and how scary she was when she wasn't. "Twenty hours later and we survived,"

Lauren was fast asleep on the couch in Camila's arms, while the baby was asleep in her crib. Camila was quietly on the phone, trying not to disturb them. "She's beautiful. I can't believe she's real,"

Camila smiled, just thinking about the first time she held her daughter in her arms. "I don't know how we're going to survive with three women in a house. Maybe the next one will be a boy,"

"Although I'm glad our first was a girl. Lauren didn't like my name choice for a boy. She said 'Norman' reminded her of the psycho from the movie Psycho and Bates Motel,"

"Her name is Ana Normani Jauregui. God, I wish you could see her. You would love her,"

Camila wasn't entirely sure what to say next. She just felt that after one of the biggest moments of her life, her best friend should hear the news from her, even if she left twenty years prior.

"Anyways, I should sleep," Camila smiled sadly. "I love you Normani, and I-"

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"-miss you,"

the end