Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 98

           

"Aaron?" Lauren shook her head. "Arthur?"

"Arthur? Are you serious? No."

"Fine. I'm just going to start from the beginning and pick random names. You just tell me if there's one you like." Camila stated as she kicked her feet up on the brunette's desk while Lauren sat in the just delivered 'comfy chairs' that Kim insisted that they buy for her and Meg's ultra long office.

"Fine."

"Here we go. Bailey? Brandon? Brendan? Benjamin? Caleb? Cayden? Connor? Charles, which I kind of like because your middle name is Michele." Lauren shrugged her shoulders. "Alright... Let's see. David? Declan? Devin? Dexter?"

"Dexter? You would name our kid Dexter?"

"It's a name that I'm reading from a book. I'm not saying I like it or I dislike it. This is for you to create a list of possibilities which we may discuss later."

"Well take that one off."

Camila rolled her eyes. "Continuing. Ethan? Frank? Gage? Gabriel?"

"I kinda like that one."

"Gabriel?" Lauren nodded and Camila circled it. "Holden? Hank? Heath? Ian? Isaac? James? Julian?"

"Julian?" Ally asked with a sneer. She had been sitting quietly next to Lauren in another comfy chair, enjoying her stress free vacation. "Who would name their boy Julian?"

"I would." Lauren stated and Camila circled it as an option before she continued.

"Kian? Liam? Lane? Laurence? Luke? Mark? Max? Marshall? Mitchel? Moses?"

"Ha! Yes, I like Moses." The brunette beamed as she fiddled with her fingers. "I think we should name him Moses Jesus Jauregui and for short... we can call him Messiah."

"That's not at all blasphemous." Lauren only shrugged her shoulders but Camila decided to take the moment to further discuss the topic of religion that they touched on their honeymoon. "So... we still need to talk about which religion he's going to be raised in. I mean, I'm pretty sure Michael will flip if we raise him under the Jewish faith, but-"

"But you want to." Lauren stated knowingly. "And that's fine with me."

The diva froze for a second to reprocess the words. "I'm sorry?"

"I won't mind if you want him to be raised Jewish."

Ally arched an eyebrow as she studied the side of her friend's face. "What happened to the Jesus praising Christian girl who shoved Bible shit in everyone's face?"

"I never shoved it in anyone's face. I kept any comments along the lines in the appropriate places, the celibacy club and when the boys tried to cross a line. Otherwise I kept it to myself, thank you."

"We sang I say a little prayer for you when we auditioned for harmonizer club."

"It had great harmonies and was easy to make a fun dance to."

"I still don't get how you went from a cross bearing prude to not even believing in God."

Lauren turned her head to look at the Latina as Camila watched on with interest. "Who said I didn't believe in God?"

"Well, do you?"

"Honestly? I don't know. And I don't really think we're supposed to."

Camila dropped her brow and shook her head. "Okay, you lost me there. I know you've done years of soul searching and thinking about these things. I also know that you will stay up until two in the morning to watch the history of religion be compared and contrasted on the History Channel."