I've had a request on some Pepa and Camilo interactions.

And I stand by the fact Camilo is a mommy's boy. No one can tell me different.

But, there were some ideas I've had that just didn't get me enough words to get a whole fic by themselves. So here's some of them, told from various points in his life.

Enjoy~

Age: One Day

Camilo Pedro Madrigal came into the world a lot quieter than his sister. Unlike Dolores, he didn't want to leave the safety of his mother's womb.

It'd taken considerably longer than the first time, but this time around seemed to go much smoother. Though, Félix was fairly certain that whatever Julieta put in her sister's tea was partially responsible.

After nearly eight hours, Camilo finally arrived.

Félix's heart swelled as he took in the image before him. His wife sat on their bed with an orange blanket tucked between her arms. A small rainbow spread across her head. But she paid no attention to it. Instead, her focus stayed glued to the newborn in her arms.

"You did wonderful, Mi Vida." The shorter man said gently as he brushed a stray piece of hair back behind Pepa's ear. Even now, sweat covered and exhausted, her beauty could rival Aphrodite herself.

"We did wonderful." Pepa said.

"Ay, we did." Félix said, his eyes fixed on the newest addition to the Madrigals. He watched as the infant blinked a couple times, before opening his eyes. "He's got your eyes."

"And your nose, the poor thing." Pepa chuckled as she bumped into her husband. Félix couldn't help but chuckle.

"Welcome home, my little Camilito."

Age: Eight Months

"Why is he still crying?" Agustín asked as he laid Mirabel into her crib. Thankfully, their youngest seemed to be immune to her cousin's crying.

"I'm not sure." Julieta sighed as she gently bounced the orange blanket in her arms.

Normally, Pepa would be the one watching the infants. However, the redhead had her own set of duties to attend to. It'd been well over a month since the fields had gotten properly watered, and Alma had been adamant that it needed done today. But their mother didn't want Pepa risking her son getting a cold due to the rain.

So, Julieta offered to stay home with the pair until her sister's work in the fields were done.

Agustín grabbed one of the small stuffed toys that lay in Camilo's crib. He moved it back and forth, hoping to get the baby's attention. "Has he eaten?"

"Yes, Pepa fed him before she left." Julieta muttered as she looked out the window. From the nursery, she could see the dark clouds that hung over the farmlands. Her sister wouldn't be home any time soon. Sighing, she turned her attention back to baby in her arms.

She couldn't make any sense of it. By now, she had three pregnancies under her belt. And two full newborn stages. There were plenty of tips and tricks she'd learned over her seven years of being a mother. She'd tried them all.

But her sobrino wasn't having it.

"Why is Camilo crying?" Bruno asked as he entered the nursery. He'd heard the shrieking cries from the top of his tower. He winced as child let out another shriek that echoed throughout Casita.

Actually, Bruno was pretty sure the entire Encanto could hear the screams.

"We don't know."

"He doesn't usually do this when Pep's here." Bruno pointed out. Whenever the redhead was home, he'd barely heard a peep out of the boy.

"What does she do differently?"

"I'm not his mother, how should I know." The seer muttered. Babies were not Bruno's thing. He didn't have a paternal bone in his body. Sure, he got along great with his older sobrinas, but that's because they could fend for themselves. "I specialize with children over the age of three. They're easier to deal with."

Julieta shot her brother an unamused look. "Not helping."

Bruno shrugged his shoulders. "Did you feed it?"

"Firstly." Julieta pointed a warning finger at her brother. "You do not call a baby 'it'. Secondly, yes. Pepa fed him before she left."

"Julieta?"

"Hola Mamá."

"Why is Camilo still crying?"

"We don't know." The healer snapped. Her patience with the adults in the house were running thin. "I've tried everything I can think of."

"Let me try." Alma offered, taking the swaddled baby. She raised triplets. All on her own. Surely, she could get her grandson to settle down.

Right?

Apparently, it wasn't going to be as easy as Alma thought. Twenty minutes. That's the amount of time she'd spent rocking, bouncing, and swaying Camilo. Just like with her eldest, the baby just continued to cry.

"Juli? Mamá?" Pepa's voice called out.

The adults all let out a sigh of relief as the redhead stepped into the nursery.

"Thank Dios, you're home."

"What's going on? Why is Camilito crying?"

"We don't know! We've tried everything we can think of to calm him."

"Hush, my little Arcoíris. No more tears." Gently, she removed Camilo out of her mother's arms. She held the bundle up giving him a slight wiggle. Instantly, the screaming stopped. Two small arms reached out towards Pepa's face, followed by a shrill laugh. "There's my smiley boy."

The four pairs of eyes stared blankly at the orange bundle.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"The audacity."

"How?"

"He hates us."

Pepa chuckled as she settled him into the crook of her arm. Camilo brought his tiny hands into the air. Pepa offered him her hand, and he wrapped both hands around his mother's finger. "He doesn't hate you."

"Don't feel bad. He does the same to me." Félix laughed as his hand snuck around to his wife's waist. He'd felt the same way as the other adults at first. "He's definitely his Mamí's boy."

Age: Two Years

Pepa felt a small tug on her dress. Looking down, she could see the mess of curly auburn hair. Camilo tugged her dress again, looking up at her. "Mamí, I come?"

"Why don't you stay and play with Mira today, Papíto?" Pepa kneeled down and patted her son's head.

Since the day he could walk, Camilo glued himself to his mother's side. Wherever she went the boy followed. Even if she walked into town, he'd stumble along beside her. It'd happen so often that he'd earned the nickname of 'her tiny shadow' from the townsfolk.

But she wasn't going into town today.

She agreed earlier in the week to tend to the fields. The best way for her to rain was anger or sadness. Many years ago, she'd started using books, instead of the other methods, to bring the rain. Having to keep an eye on her two-year-old wouldn't allow her to properly stay focused on the book.

"I go."

"I'm sorry baby. Mamí's got a job to do. Stay here with your Papí."

"No!" Camilo crossed his arms and stomped his foot.

"Camilo." Pepa's tone was stern. Sometimes she really hated that her son picked up on her attitude and not her husband's. "I said no."

"It's okay Milo." Félix said as he picked his son. "Why don't we get Mira and play a game until your Mamí comes back? That sounds fun, right?"

"No."

"I won't be long, Mi Vida. I promise." Pepa gave both her boys a swift kiss before exiting the house. As soon as she was gone, Félix set the toddler back down.

"Why don't we play hide and seek?" The shorter man offered, trying to keep his son's attention on anything but his mother. The best way to do that was by playing is favorite game.

"No." Camilo pouted as he sat down on the floor, staring at the door angrily.

Félix sighed. The last thing he wanted was for Camilo to sit in front of the door all day. The curly haired boy was in no mood for games though, which left Félix with little options. Scanning his brain, he tried to think of something to entertain the child. "Why don't we color her a picture for when she comes home?"

This caught the boy's attention. His pictures always made mother smile. Camilo picked himself off of the ground and nodded at his father. Félix scooped him up, putting him on his shoulders.

He would color the best picture yet.

Age: Six Years

Camilo's eyes snapped open. Sitting up, he looked around. He relaxed as he recognized his room. He was safe. Settling back into his bed, he pulled his blanket up to his chin. Normally the silence of his room didn't bother him, but after his nightmare, it didn't seem the same. The darkness in his room seemed darker, too.

And then he heard a thump against his wall.

Shooting up straight, his wide eyes trying to find the source of the noise. Nothing seemed out of place. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head. It was just a bad dream. There were no such things as monsters. He was a big boy now. He could do this.

There was a loud bang, followed by the sound of something growling.

Or not.

His heart beat wildly against his chest. Snatching his orange blanket, he scurried out of his bed. He refused to be eaten by a monster tonight.

He headed towards his parent's room. Casita opened the door for him. He thanked the house before making his way over to their bed. He could hear his father's snores, echoing throughout the room.

"Mamí?" Camilo called out quietly as he patted her shoulder.

Unlike his father, his Mamí was a light sleeper. He watched as her eyes fluttered open. Looking around tiredly, she rubbed her eye. "Camilito? Are you okay?"

"Can I sleep with you and Papí tonight?" Camilo said quietly, as he clutched his orange blanket to his chest. "I had a bad dream."

"Of course, baby." Pepa threw the large yellow blanket back and scooped up her son. Rolling over, she laid him in the middle between her and her husband. Camilo snuggled into the bed, holding his blanket tighter. Rolling onto his side, he faced his mother.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispered.

"Go ahead. Anything you want, amor."

"Would you love me if I didn't have a gift? Like Mirabel?" Camilo asked quietly. The question bounced around in his brain since the incident with his cousin. He may be young, but he wasn't stupid. He could see the change in the way their grandmother treated her.

"Of course. Your Papí and I love you, and your sister, more than anything in this world."

"More than the magic?"

"More than the magic." Pepa assured as she tapped him on his nose.

Her answer was enough to ease his worries. Feeling safe he inched closer to the redhead. He laid his head on her shoulder, pulling her arm into a tight hug. "Te amo, Mamí."

Pepa kissed the top of his head. "Te amo, Mi Arcoíris."

This time, Camilo slept through the night.

Age: Eight Years

Camilo poked his head into the nursery doorway, his green eyes falling on his target. "I want to prank Isa. You in?"

Mirabel looked up from her drawing. "Like you have to ask."

"Cool. We just need to get her to eat these." The shapeshifter said as he pulled out a box from under his ruana.

"Chocolate?"

"Special chocolates." Camilo explained as he shook the box. "They're white chocolate truffles. But instead of raspberry, they're filled with a habanero paste."

"Where did you even learn to do that?"

"Let's just say I owe Valentina one." A sly grin spread across his face. He'd called in a favor from one of his non-magical cousins. Marianne was the local chocolatier, and conveniently, she was also Félix's cousin. Her daughter, Valentina, was more often than not happy to assist Camilo in any pranks he could think of.

"This is gonna be great."

Camilo watched as Isabel entered the courtyard. Nudging Mirabel, the two slid down the stairs, coming to a stop right in front of the dark-haired girl. "Isa! A boy dropped these off for you."

Isabel stared at the pair, narrowing her eyes. They were up to something. She was sure of it. Anytime Mirabel and Camilo were together, it only spelled trouble. "What boy?"

"He didn't say his name." Camilo shrugged as he held out the box of chocolates. "He just said he wanted you to have these."

"Like I trust either of you." Isa said with a scoff as she flipped her hair back. A trail of pink, purple, and white petals fell from her hair.

"Would we ever mess with you?"

Isabela opened her mouth, ready to name every time the pair had tried to pull some ridiculous stunt against her. However, before she could, Casita's doors swung open. Pepa walked into their home.

"Hola niños."

"Hola Mamí."

"Hola Tía." A wicked grin spread across Isa's face. If her suspicions were right, then the pair would certainly try to stop her from offering one of these so called 'chocolates' to her Tía. "Do you want a piece of chocolate, Tía?"

"Chocolate?"

"Yes. Would you like one?"

"Sure."

Isabela's grin only widened as she watched the panic wash over her sister's face. Camilo's face, though, hadn't changed. His way too innocent smile held firm as he looked to his mother.

Pepa locked eyes with her son. She watched as his right eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. It was a silent warning. Easy to miss if you didn't know to look for it. But, Pepa knew better. Camilo was her son after all.

Isa watched as Pepa brought her hand to mouth. Just as she reached her mouth, Camilo let out an overly dramatic cough. The oldest narrowed her eyes at the shapeshifter. "Are they good?"

"Mhm." Pepa hummed. "Didn't you try one?"

"No, not yet."

"Oh, you should. They're good."

Camilo gave his cousin a smug smile. "See? Told you we didn't do anything."

"Fine." Isabela said as she snatched a chocolate before tossing it into her mouth. The youngest Madrigals watched as Isa's reaction turned from pleasantly happy, to horrified. "W-what was that?" She gagged. Covering her mouth, she disappeared upstairs.

"You do have excellent timing, Mamí." Camilo held his fist out. Pepa tapped her son's fist with her own. "I don't think she would have taken the bait without you."

"She wouldn't have."

"You didn't eat it, Tía?" Mirabel asked as Pepa opened her hand, revealing the small truffle.

Handing it back to her son, she raised an eyebrow at the pair. "No. And you owe me."

Contrary to what most people thought, his mother enjoyed his pranks. That is, as long as they weren't directed at her or his father. Pulling out another small box from his ruana, he offered them to the redhead. "Untainted chocolates?"

"Pleasure doing business with you, Camilito." Ruffling his hair, Pepa took the small box. She stared towards the kitchen, but stopped as a thought popped into her head. Turning back around, she pointed at her only son. "Do not give those to your father."