Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Through Thick and Thin: Part Five

        “He has your eyes baby. God, he has your EVERYTHING. He's gonna be a heartbreaker for sure."  The tired, sweaty, yet content enough green eyed mother of two sighed as she held the small, male version of her fiancé (oh how it felt so good to finally be able to call Y/N that) in her arms. Jesús Laurént Y/L/N was almost an exact replica of the proud mother next to Lauren. He had her dazzling hazel eyes, the same hair type and skin tone, and even had the same genetic birthmark on the left side of his neck.

       “That's not true, he has your smile. And that's a smile that even blind people would be able to notice." Y/N lowered the mask on her face to kiss her fiancé, frowning when the Cuban turned her face.

       “I'm all sweaty and gross right now." Lauren whined in a voice similar to Dreya's. Y/N smiled, and kissed her anyways, not minding the fact that her soon to be wife was indeed drenched with a nice coating of perspiration. Besides, she was used to it and loved every second of it in the past.

       “You forgot beautiful." They were about to rekindle that burning need to kiss each other again when a small person burst through the door followed by De'Andre, his mother Maxine, LA Reid, and Simon Cowell.

       “Mommie, momma! Is that my new wittle brother?" The excited version of Lauren asked, bouncing near the side of the bed where Y/N was.

       “Sure is, do you wanna hold him?" The proud mother's were sure Dreya's head was going to fall off with how hard she was nodding, but welcomed the enthusiasm. She had a new little brother in her life.

       “Get up here then rug rat." The hazel eyed girl placed their oldest on her lap and showed Dreya the proper way to hold a new baby, the same way she'd held Dreya almost six years ago.

       “Dear God," Maxine smiled, holding a sleepy De'Andre's hand so he wouldn't fall over. “He looks JUST like you Y/N. Gonna have to keep a watchful eye on him in the future."

       The younger version of Y/N giggled at the attention he received from all the people in the room, and while everyone was distracted with the new little baby, Y/N leant down and pecked Lauren's lips, forcing herself off of the green eyed woman for the time being. She'd give her soon to be wife at least another month to recover before pouncing on her. Otherwise, she couldn't be more content with all she had. But there's always the rough seas, the cold temperatures, and in the Y/L/N's case — the backstabbing family and friends.

1 MONTH LATER ~ THE Y/L/N'S CONDO

     “It's a hard choice. I mean, I'm not as big a fan of pink as you but... you know what, we need a second opinion. An expert. Hey Dreya, come here a minute baby girl!" The soft patter of feet coming down the steps let them know their daughter was in the room. She sandwiched herself in between her mothers and waved at her new little brother who she couldn't stop gawking over, even after a month. 

       “Yes mommie's?" The little Lauren sat with her legs crossed over each other on the couch that was still bigger than her and looked between the two women that were holding up two color pallets in their hands.

       “We need a second opinion," Lauren said. “See, your mom and I can't agree on a color scheme for the wedding. Which color do you like the most? The one in my hands, or the one your momma is holding?" Lauren swatted in Y/N's direction as she pointed towards the maroon color in her hands in spite of the coral pink in Lauren's hands.

       “Mhmm," the soon to be six year old rubbed her chin much like Y/N did whenever she was deep in thought. Only this decision took all of a second to be thought. “PINK!" Mother and daughter celebrated over their win as Y/N shook her head and tossed the maroon pallet aside.