Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 84

Camila smiled to herself and then bit her bottom lip between her teeth to keep herself from laughing. She tiptoed across the bedroom to the curtain drawn window and sat down against the wall under it, pulling her knees up to her chest and raising Lauren's camera to her face. The brunette was passed out in bed, her face mushed against the mattress, hair a tangled mess, left arm dangling off the bed, and the light linen sheets were barely covering her rear.

She snapped a few pictures and as if the shy photographer could sense the attention, she woke up. Camila kept taking the photos as Lauren pushed herself to her elbows and ran her left hand over her scrunched face, trying to wake up. Then she saw the camera. "Baby." She scolded gruffly before flipping over so her back was to Camila.

"Oh, you were so cute though. Can these go on your office wall?"

"No. My office. My wall. But only pictures of you."

Camila rolled her eyes and stood up. "Well, what if I want a place to put up pictures?"

"Too bad. The guest room is going to be the nursery."

"I have my sitting area though. I could put some up there."

"That's in a public place."

The diva arched an eyebrow. "Our house is not a public place. But don't worry. I wouldn't embarrass you like that." She tried to calm her wife's nerves. "But they were still cute pictures that I will cherish for the rest of my life... from a hard drive."

"Karla Camila Cabello-Jauregui,"

"Just Jauregui."

Lauren smiled with her back still to Camila. She wanted to see if the diva would correct her or not. "Karla Camila Jauregui."

"Yes?"

"Put. The camera. Down."

Camila pouted, sticking her bottom lip out. "B-b-b-but..."

"Oh my God." Lauren exclaimed, sitting up, but not in the frustrated tone Camila was expecting. Instead it was a very light tone. "That was, like, the most adorable yet heartbreaking pout you have ever done." Camila smiled, snapping a picture as Lauren pulled the sheet up to cover herself. "But don't get in the habit of doing it."

"But if it works..." The diva teased, standing up and bouncing around the bedroom, taking more pictures. "Work it, Lauren. Give me something new. Show me what you've got. I need a new pose." The brunette blushed and pulled her knees to her chest, hiding her face in her arms as she wrapped them around her legs. "You are so damn cute. Now you must learn to be sexy. What was it that you told me? You need to get in touch with your sexy side."

"I am in touch with my sexy side, just not in front of other eyes or a lens." She stated, lifting her head and pointing to the camera as Camila took another picture.

"Then how did you seduce that stripper in front of everyone?"

Lauren covered her face with her hand in embarrassment at the memory. "I was drunk for one. And it was also a bet."

"So, if I bet you that you couldn't act sexy while I took pictures... you would?" The diva asked with a smirk behind the camera as Lauren rolled her eyes at her. "Come on. Give me a sexy look."

"Why?" The brunette whined. "So, you can show it to Meg and Kim and they can make fun of me?"

Camila dropped the camera. "No." She answered flatly. "Why are you so sensitive about being made fun of when you just let it roll off your back all the time."

"I don't make a big deal about it but that doesn't mean it doesn't bother me every now and then." Lauren confessed, looking down at her knees. Camila set the camera down and crawled on the bed. She kissed her wife's cheek and rested her hands on top of the brunette's knees.