Lauren's eyes fluttered open to see sunlight streaming through the tall window beside the bed. The curtains were open for some reason, and Lauren grumbled and pulled the covers over her head, turning away from the light. She could feel a slight, familiar ache between her legs as she shifted, and was hit by a memory of Dinah's fingers, her full lips pressed against Lauren's belly.
Dinah. Where was Dinah? Tentatively, Lauren pulled the covers down and opened her eyes, only to find the rest of the bed unoccupied. Her brow knit in a confused frown. Her wife was never up before her.
"Dinah?" she called, her voice soft and rough from sleep.
"Good morning, mama!" called Dinah from somewhere else in the apartment. Lauren gasped softly and sat up, running a hand through the top of her hair.
"Mama," she said under her breath, a smile stretching across her face. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten.
Rubbing her eyes, Lauren slid out of the bed and walked over to her closet, shutting the door so she could see her reflection in the mirror on the back. She wasn't showing yet - after all, she was only three weeks in, and they'd just found out yesterday - but her breasts seemed fuller than they normally were. Resting her hands on her belly, Lauren noticed a few small hickeys on the skin there, as well as one on the side of her neck. Lauren shook her head, chuckling under her breath. Dinah was very possessive, and even though she'd been more gentle than she often was after they got the news on Lauren's pregnancy, she still wanted to make sure anyone who saw Lauren knew who she belonged to, baby and all.
After pulling on panties and a big t-shirt that was definitely originally from Dinah's closet, Lauren walked into the kitchen to see her wife standing in a red and white onesie, mixing batter for what smelled like banana bread on the counter. Padding quietly up behind her, Lauren wrapped her arms around Dinah's waist and rested her head against her shoulder. Dinah smiled and set down the spatula she was mixing with, interlacing the fingers of her left hand with Lauren's.
"Hey babe," Dinah murmured, pulling Lauren's arms tighter around her body. "You're cute when you just woke up."
"Why are you making banana bread at nine thirty in the morning?" Lauren mumbled sleepily, pressing a kiss into Dinah's shoulder, too tired to bother correcting her wife's grammar. Dinah straightened up, and turned her head a little to look at Lauren.
"Why aren't you hungry?" Dinah responded in a considerably louder voice. "Usually you've eaten half a cereal box by this time. And you're eating for two now. Girl, you should be glad I'm making banana bread - I won't have you starving our child."
Lauren grinned, going up on her tiptoes to layer little kisses on Dinah's neck and jaw. Dinah laughed, shutting her eyes and trying to pull away. "There's my DJ," she said into her wife's ear before placing one last kiss on her earlobe.
"So how are you feeling, Lolo?"
"Really good, actually," Lauren replied, staying on her tiptoes so she could rest her chin fully on Dinah's shoulder. "I think my boobs are bigger."
"I'll have to check on that," Dinah laughed, letting go of Lauren's arms and picking up the bowl of batter again. "So, you feel nauseous at all? Does your back or your feet hurt?"
"Do your back or your feet hurt," Lauren corrected quietly.
"Whatever," Dinah said, rolling her eyes. "Do they?"
"Not yet. I'm good so far."
"Awesome. Can you grab me the baking pans from the other counter, then?"
"No," Lauren said, dropping back down from her toes and turning her head to rest against Dinah's shoulder blade again.
"And why is that?" Dinah asked.
"Because I'm pregnant, DJ. Don't you think I've done enough work already, making sure this baby sticks?"
"Oh, please," Dinah scoffed. "I saw my mom pop out six babies after me, and I can tell you that them sticking had nothing to do with how much cooking she did. It's about your body and how stressed you are. So don't try to pull that shit with me, Jauregui. You haven't done anything."
"I personally find cooking very stressful," Lauren said, trying to keep herself from smiling. "There's a lot of dangerous things involved. Stoves, and knives and...stuff."
"They're baking pans, not knives. You aren't gonna die."
Lauren just sighed and wrapped her arms tighter around Dinah, plainly refusing to move.
"Well, if you aren't gonna help, then sit your pregnant ass down and stop holding onto me like a baby monkey."
"But--"
"--Nope. I love you, but I don't have time for this. Sit down or make yourself useful."
Heaving another sigh, Lauren let go of Dinah and hopped up on the counter next to where she was fixing the batter. Dinah got the pans from the other side of the kitchen and lifted the bowl to start filling them.
"Why are you making banana bread, anyway?"
"I texted the girls this morning, told them you're finally pregnant."
"Wait, do you mean..."
"Mmmhm. You better get dressed. They're coming in a half hour."
"No, they can't come today," Lauren protested, running a hand through her hair. "Tell them I'm tired or something. I don't wanna have guests, it'll be too much to think about."
"Sorry, Lo. I already tried. There's no way I can stop Mani and Ally from seeing their godbaby to be when they're this pumped. And I'm already making the banana bread, so telling Mila she can't come would just be rude."
"But, Dinah, I'm pregnant. My boobs are bigger," Lauren said, lowering her eyelids and looking at her wife seductively. "Don't you wanna celebrate?"
"Celebrate your boobs or the baby?" Dinah asked, crossing her arms.
"I don't know, which are you more excited about at the moment?" Lauren shot back in a low voice, scooting closer to the edge of the counter and tugging the edge of the big t-shirt further up her legs.
Dinah rested her hands on Lauren's thighs and moved over to stand between them, meeting her wife's intense gaze. She leaned in, reaching up to tangle one hand in Lauren's hair, bringing their faces together and kissing her. Lauren's arms wrapped around Dinah's neck as she pulled her closer, spreading her legs to make more room. After a short moment, Lauren pulled away.
"You taste like chocolate chips," she said, pouting adorably.
"And you haven't brushed your teeth," Dinah replied, wrinkling her nose slightly.
"Oh," Lauren said, her eyes widening almost comically as she quickly brought up her hand to cover her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dinah."
Dinah half smiled, and kissed Lauren's hand before moving it and placing a quick kiss on her wife's lips as well. Lauren turned her face away, laughing, and Dinah nuzzled her cheek. Letting out a content sigh, Lauren let her eyes flutter shut as she pressed her cheek against Dinah's and played with the soft hairs at the back of her neck.
"Go get dressed, Lo," She said, taking a step back. "I left some batter without the chocolate chips for you."
"Thank you, baby," Lauren said, sliding off the counter and squeezing Dinah's hand once before walking away.
"Oh, and brush your damn teeth! A half hour is plenty of time, and your boobs are definitely bigger," Dinah yelled. Lauren laughed and shut the door to the bedroom.
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A/N:
Laurinah is an amazing and underrated ship, and more people need to know that. I also think they'd be a really cute married couple, and great mothers.
So, basically, this will be multi-chaptered, but the chapters will not always be connected. Think of them more as individual moments or occurrences from Lauren's pregnancy, each with a different plot or theme.
Thank you to my boo Tash laurinahstan for making the cover and being the #1 Lily stan.
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Fanfiction"You've got me," Lauren whispered, the words sounding almost like a question. Dinah nodded. "For as long as you want me, for as long as I deserve you. And...even after that." (A series of loosely connected scenes from Lauren's pregnancy, and her ma...
