Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 93

"Hey baby girls... and baby." Kevin cooed as he went straight for Lauren's stomach. The brunette was getting used to it now. She never thought she would become accustom to having people hands caress her stomach like they had been over the last two months, but there was no fighting it. You say pregnant... hands move to the belly.

"It's like you have a Buddha belly." Camila joked and actually received a laugh from Lauren. Always a good sign. Camila was having to start censoring her jokes because she never knew when Lauren was going to be in an extra sensitive mood anymore. She wasn't screaming or threatening her with divorce like she thought she would be, not yet anyway. But she was still much easier to annoy than she had been before.

"Nine weeks?" The man asked as he pried one hand off the tiny belly to half-hug his daughter and then Lauren.

"Tomorrow is ten." The brunette informed him. "We will get to see the heart beat at the next doctor's appointment."

"Oh my goodness. I cannot wait any longer. I demand you give me my grandchild now."

Camila arched an eyebrow in the man's enthusiasm but Lauren sighed in agreement with him. "If I could, I would. I'm not very good with waiting for things I'm excited about if you can remember the wedding at all. Or the preparations for it at least."

"Yes. But there's no running away from this." He stated, finally removing his hand. "In fact, it leads the way. Now, let's get you all home. You Dad is sorry he couldn't get the day off of work but it's the end of the year and they're cramming to get everything done."

"I understand." Camila eased his fears. "At least they aren't making him sleep at the office."

"Not yet anyway."

"Here. Let me get that for you." The diva offered.

Lauren shook her head. "No. I've got it. Thank you."

Camila backed off as Lauren defiantly wheeled her heavy bag to the car. "At least let me put it in the car so you don't have to pick it up."

"I've got it." Lauren stated venomously and snatched the bag away as Camila tried to take it from her.

The diva threw her hands up in the air. "Okay. It's all you." She stood back and watched as Lauren struggled to find the appropriate way to lift it where it wasn't going to be pushing on her stomach too much. Kevin approached to help and Camila tried to wave him off, but he didn't see. Lauren, however, managed to keep her composure and just raised her hand to him, stopping him in his tracks. He looked to Camila and she just shrugged so he took a few steps back.

After a few more attempts Camila caved and moved for the bag again. "I said I've got it. Now leave me alone!"

"Okay."

This time she actually did get it. She shut the trunk and sighed in victory then looked over at Camila. The diva was looking at her with a blank expression, trying to read her emotions. Camila was needing to know if she was going to get fussed at again.

After all of this, Kevin was beside himself when the brunette suddenly wrapped her arms around Camila's shoulders and started crying and apologizing. "Is she okay?" He whispered and Camila nodded.

"This is how it has been working lately. We have an issue, I get attitude, then she feels guilty because of our past and cries."

The taller man nodded his head, hesitating to ask his next question. "... You said lately?"

The diva smiled as the brunette burst into another loud sob. She wasn't smiling because Lauren was crying, but just because she was crying about wanting to put a bag in the car by herself. The diva cleared her throat and removed the insensitive smile from her lips. "There are other times when she gets very possessive of me. She actually yelled at Scott when he suggested me doing another TV show that would require me to leave for two days. I think he's still recovering from verbal whiplash."