Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 88

"You did good today."

"Thanks. How are you wanting everything set up for this shoot tomorrow?" Meg asked as she moved a lighting stand. "I figured since we got done early with the one today, we could go ahead and get ready for tomorrow."

"You're just not wanting to go home right now." The brunette teased. Kim and Meg were still at odds but somehow managing to live and work together cohesively, until today at least. "Why can't you just admit you were wrong?"

"Because I wasn't. Why do you assume I was wrong? Aren't you supposed to be my best friend?"

"I am. That's why I'm helping you out. This really isn't that big of a deal. Whether you classified it as flirting or not, Kim clearly did and is pissed about it. That's all that matters."

"But I didn't flirt with her!"

Lauren shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Do you love Kim?"

"What in the hell kind of a question is that? Of course, I do."

"And you would do anything to be with her?"

"Of course."

"Then just apologize."

Meg shook her head and Lauren threw her hands up in frustration. "You don't understand. This isn't just about me having to be right. I swear. If I say I'm sorry, that admits that I actually flirted... when I didn't. But with Kim, knowing I did it once will give her every reason to accuse me of doing it all the time. I can't cave on something that I didn't do. I wouldn't mind her yelling at me if I actually fucked up, but I didn't. The chick came on to me and I didn't give into her at all. I didn't flirt with her. Besides, Kim should know that I would never do that to her. And that happened several weeks ago. How can she still be made at me for that? Seriously."

The brunette shrugged. "Then maybe there's something else going on behind the argument, like I originally said."

"Like?"

"I don't know. Camila yells at me like that when she wants something that I haven't realized yet. Maybe Kim's the same."

Meg pondered the question as she moved a few more things around. "Maybe. I don't know. I'll ask her tonight and see. So, do you want these stands over here or... where?"

"No. I would rather have it set up..." Lauren trailed off, looking Meg square in the eyes. "Oh my God."

"What's wrong?"

The brunette paused for a second before slowly bringing her hand to her lips. "I think I'm pregnant." The words were barely a whisper and Meg wasn't too sure she heard right but Lauren suddenly took off running to the bathroom before she could ask for clarification.

The apprentice stood there dumbfounded and let it sink in before she threw her hands in the air in victory. "Yes! I won!" After her victory moment she followed after the brunette, finding her heaving over a toilet. "Did you have morning sickness in the afternoon with Alex?"

"All the time." Lauren answered before she wretched again. Meg composed herself and pulled the brunette locks back, holding them out of the way. Meg had always been good about taking care of her when Lauren would let her. Camila was good too, but Meg's approach was always more out of a motherly instinct than that of a significant other.

"Are you sure you're pregnant?"

"When... oh, God... when was the last time you ever saw me get sick? Even counting the times I was drunk?"

The apprentice searched her memory back well over a year. "Okay... good point. Maybe it was just something you ate."

"Nope. Camila made lunch. Nothing that I would get sick off of."