Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 87

           

"When are you going to come and see my show?" Camila asked, sitting in front of Lauren's desk.

"I was there opening night. Front row, center. Awkwardly placed between my mother and my old high school teacher as you had sex with multiple women on stage."

"That was five months ago. We've gotten so much better. We've found our grove."

The brunette tried to hide her cringe at the description of her wife's stage sexcapdes 'getting so much better and finding their groove'. Lauren looked up from her paper work and took her glasses off. "Do you really want me to come?"

Camila lightly mashed her lips and nodded her head. "I would. I'm proud of what we've done with the show. We've made a few changes and it's great now. The critics are praising it."

"I know." The brunette assured her with support in her voice. "I have all the magazine and newspaper reviews and write ups on it. I'm proud of what you've accomplished as well." She really was. She just was also really jealous when it came to seeing Camila be that intimate with another woman. Face it, Camila was a really good actress and the play was incredibly graphic. That opening night, even Clara had shifted uncomfortably in her seat seeing Camila doing that with other women.

"I know it makes you feel a little uncomfortable, but... I'd like you to be there for me." Lauren's brow dropped. "Not that you aren't supportive. I know you are. I just wish... I don't know, that you'd be a little more involved." The brunette had always sent her normal flowers and other romantic gifts, but Camila was looking for something a little more direct.

Lauren swallowed hard. Camila didn't ask for much when it came to her work. And she knew it had been an inconvenience to miss most dinners for early rehearsal or interviews, but Lauren tried her hardest to convince her that it was okay but Camila didn't like asking for much more than that understanding. And Lauren did understand this was part of the Broadway dream and she really didn't mind. She still had Camila crawling into bed with her at night and woke up in her arms. Dinners could be forgotten as long as that happened.

"Then I'll go."

"Really?" Camila asked with a hesitate smile spreading across her face.

The brunette nodded her head. "Yeah. I should at least average a show once a month. There's no reason not to."

"Great. I'll get the tickets for the Sunday show. We can go out for dinner afterward." The diva beamed and stood up, leaning into the desk and kissed her wife. "Do you think the other two would want to go?"

"What other two, exactly?"

"Clearly not your Mom and Dad. Michael would freak out and he's been doing so good about not saying anything condescending." Mainly because he didn't say anything about their relationship period. "I'm talking about Kim and Meg."

Lauren huffed a laugh. "Do you think your biggest fan wouldn't jump at the opportunity to see you perform again? Always. Meg would love to as well. She can be my scratch post. It would also give them some time out of their tension filled apartment."

"She'll be your what?"

"I'll dig my nails into her arm every time I get jealous to keep myself from screaming."

"Does she know this or do I need to warn her to wear long sleeves?"

Meg, warned well ahead of time, wore the long sleeves and a thick jacked as well. She may have been burning up in the heated theater, but at least her arm was safe as Lauren dug her nails into it. Then again, she may have been burning up because of the scene going on on the stage. "So... that's new." The apprentice stated, leaning over to the brunette but never taking her eyes off the three actresses on stage.