Best of the Best

Chapter 20: Epilogue

"Camila!" Lauren let out from down the hall. The yell and slap of tiny bare feet on the hardwood announced her arrival before she reached the living room.

Camila had her own off the coffee table and was up on them, turning in time to see Lauren come to a stop behind the couch. Camila bit her lip and looked down sheepishly, as Lauren presented her with the crumpled top and bottoms of one of her uniforms, and a raised eyebrow.

"Dirty uniforms go directly to the laundry room. I will not have our closet smelling like a locker room."

Camila grabbed her things from where they dangled off Lauren's finger and hurdled over the couch. "Sorry," she atoned, with a kiss on Lauren's cheek before jogging off and disposing of her laundry properly.

Lauren shook her head and picked Camila's empty glass off the end table, heading to the kitchen with a sigh. She put the glass in the dishwasher, setting it gently in the row amongst all the other glasses Camila had abandoned around their home that weekend, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Instead, Lauren smiled, closing her eyes as she shut the dishwasher, and leaning back into the strong arms that wrapped around her waist.

"You could have warned me you were a mess before I let you move in here."

Camila smiled, bringing her head down and kissing Lauren's shoulder through the thin material of her t-shirt. "You weren't complaining when I made a mess last night."

Lauren hummed happily, unable to stop as she ground herself back against Camila's solid frame. Memories of the night before causing her to flush and squirm. "Making a mess of me is always acceptable, champ."

Camila grinned, and started kissing up Lauren's neck, as a hand slid down and into the baggy waistband of what were once her sweatpants, though they had recently found their way to Lauren's side of the closet. She nipped at a pliant ear, as her fingers gathered Lauren's wetness. "This is a mess I'm always happy to clean up."

Lauren shuddered and moaned, her head falling back on Camila's shoulder. "Jesus, Camz," she breathed, reaching forward to steady herself against the edge of the counter.

"Now, on a Sunday afternoon," Camila continued, her swirling fingers and hot breath stoking Lauren's flames. "We don't have to make a date, we don't have to arrange anything. I can just find you, wherever you are in our home, and have my way with you."

Lauren gasped, pushing back, her fingers clawing at smooth marble. Eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open as Camila worked her up and up. She came with a strangled cry, one hand slapping the counter, the other dropping down to hold Camila's in place through her sweatpants as she bucked and writhed against it.

Camila squeezed the arm she still had wrapped around Lauren's waist, holding them tight together, as she kissed whatever soft skin her lips could reach.

"Mama okay?"

Both women jumped.

Camila pulled her hand from Lauren's pants, and leapt about three feet back, turning towards Thomas who was standing behind them in the kitchen entryway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Uh- yeah. Hey buddy," Camila croaked, trying to give Lauren a second to compose herself. "Your mom was just, you know..."

"When you have a drink and it goes down the wrong way," Lauren finished as Camila struggled, pushing herself off the edge of the counter and turning to her son with a bright smile she hoped hid the flush on her cheeks. "And you can't stop coughing?"

Thomas nodded as Lauren scooped him up. "Okay now?"

Lauren kissed the top of his head as he nestled into her shoulder. "I'm okay, my sweet boy. Luckily Camila was here to help," Lauren added with a wink that caused much blushing and stammering.

"Always happy to help," Camila hiccupped. Quick to cover it with a smile as some of the shock and tension finally began to seep from her body. "You done with nap time buddy?"

Thomas nodded, lifting his head. "We can go to park now?"

Camila chuckled and rubbed his back gently. "We were at the park this morning, you goof," she answered. "You made me do like a million underdogs. Remember?"

Thomas smiled. "We can go again?"

Lauren was quick to intervene, knowing Camila would cave if Thomas kept pressing. "It will have to wait for another day, sweetheart. It's almost time to eat, so we can't go to the park again," she explained, setting him back down. "Why don't you go get your new Lego and Camila will help you make it while I cook supper."

"Okay, mama," he agreed, before bounding out of the kitchen to get his new toy.

As he disappeared around the corner, Lauren dropped her forehead down on Camila's shoulder, laughter bubbling up and shaking her small frame.

"It's not funny, Laur," Camila protested. "He almost caught us doing...you know what, and then we lied to him," she hissed. "We lied to our son."

Lauren raised her head, looking into brown eyes that were still dazed by Thomas' interruption. She waited and watched them spark with realization.

"Laur I- I didn't-"

"Don't," Lauren cut her off, pressing a finger to Camila's lips. "Don't pretend you didn't mean it. Don't pretend it just slipped out." She ran her hand down, resting it on Camila's chest. "I know how much you care, how fiercely you love, and he is in every way, and has been for some time now, your son."

Camila brought her hands up and pressed Lauren's to her heart. "I love him. I love you."

Lauren lifted up on her toes to offer up a long, languid kiss, pulling back when she heard Thomas coming down the hall. The pattering of his feet, muffled as he shook his box of Legos.

Lauren gave the tip of Camila's nose one final kiss, before pulling away and shooing her from the kitchen. "Go play with our son, champ."