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Lauren hummed lightly under her breath as she walked into her and Dinah's shared bedroom. She was currently putting away laundry and had just finished putting away all of Omar's laundry, now it was time for her and Dinah's.

Upon entering, she found Dinah sprawled out on the messy bed on her phone in nothing but a sports bra and basketball shorts, which was what she had worn to sleep the night before. Lauren rolled her eyes and at the sight of her girlfriend. "Are you going to get out of bed at all today?"

"No. Why would I? We have all day off from the studio and my parents have Omar. Do you know what it's like to be free from a three-year-old all day?" Dinah asked.

"Duh, he's my son too." Lauren quipped with an eye roll. "and aren't you supposed to be vacuuming? That is your chore."

"I can do that later. Right now, I'm reading all my mentions on twitter." The 20-year-old replied. "Did you know that Bey and Jay Z are coming out with another song together?"

"Shocker! They're only married." Lauren said sarcastically while putting the neatly folded laundry in the drawers.

"But still. This is a big deal."

Lauren rolled her eyes in amusement. "You're something else."

"I know." Dinah beamed.

Lauren continued to put the clothes away before placing the, now empty, basket on the floor and moved over to Dinah's night stand that was chaotic. "Babe, your nightstand is a mess." She deadpanned.

"I know. That's how I like it." The younger girl shrugged, not looking up from her phone.

"Look at mine. It's impeccably neat." Lauren scolded while pointing to her spotless nightstand. She turned back to Dinah's and began removing every item that didn't belong on the furniture. It wasn't until she got to a small box that she spoke again. "Dinah, what the hell?" She asked while holding up the box.

Dinah looked up to see that her girlfriend was talking about. "Those are called condoms, Lo. They're to make sure we don't have another Omar running around."

Lauren rolled her eyes in annoyance. "No shit, Sherlock. I'm asking why they're on the dresser. You do realize that our son is 3 years old, and likes to get into stuff. I really don't want to have to explain to him what a condom is."

"He's going to have to learn some time." Dinah shrugged. Lauren reached over and smacked Dinah's arm. "What?"

"You're an asshole, Hansen." Lauren sighed. She pulled the strip out of the box and noticed that there were only four packets left in the box. With a furrowed brow, she turned the box over and read the label that claimed there had been 12 packets to begin with. "Wait a second." She muttered to herself and thought back to every time she had slept with Dinah since she had bought the pack nearly two weeks ago.

"Dinah." Lauren called out with confusion laced heavily in her voice.

"Hmm?" Dinah replied, once again not looking up from her phone.

"Care to explain this?" Lauren asked while holding up the four condoms.

Dinah looked back up to the items and shrugged. "Yeah, I should probably go and get some more soon."

Lauren shook her head. "No, that's not it. You bought these the last time we went to the pharmacy for my allergy medication. That was almost two weeks ago. Since then, we've only had sex five times. There were 12 condoms in this box, now there are only four. Where the hell are the other three?" She questioned.

"I keep them in my wallet." Dinah quickly covered.

Lauren laughed, unamused. "Dinah Jane, don't you dare fucking lie to me. You keep one in your wallet. That still leaves two that are missing." She looked sternly at Dinah. "So where are they?"

Dinah spluttered for a moment, trying to come up with something quickly, but it wasn't easy with Lauren glaring at her the way she was. Dinah sat up on the bed while running a hand through her hair. She cursed herself silently for not thinking her actions through.

"It's not what you think. I didn't sleep with someone else."

"Dinah." Lauren hissed. "Tell. Me."

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't get mad."

"I'll get mad if I fucking want to." Lauren seethed.

Dinah took a deep breath. "Fine. I gave two condoms to Camila." She admitted. Lauren gave her a confused look.

"Camila? Camila Cabello? My best friend who's a virgin, Camila?"

Dinah nodded. "Yes. I gave them to her."

Lauren squinted her eyes and looked at Dinah. She couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. "Okay, you have two minutes to explain before I kick your ass."

Dinah smirked and rolled her eyes. "I might like that." Lauren's face told her that she wasn't in the mood for games. "Fine. I gave them to Camila, because she asked for them. She's still seeing that Justin Bieber wanna be, and she said that she didn't want to be unprepared."

"Camila and Austin are having sex?!" Lauren demanded.

"No." Dinah shook her head. "She called me last night and told me that she wanted to wait some more. She said that Austin isn't who she wants to give herself to." Dinah shrugged.

Lauren gave Dinah a challenging look. "Are you telling me the truth, Hansen?"

Dinah nodded frantically. "I am. I swear." She answered immediately, terrified of the look that her girlfriend was giving her.

"Okay." Lauren nodded. She placed the strip back in the box and placed the box in the nightstand. "Next time, can you inform me before you give any more away? I thought I was going to have to kill you. You're mine."

Dinah smirked and pulled Lauren down on top of her. "How about we make four turn into three?" She whispered against Lauren's lips. Lauren kissed back for a second before pushing off of the taller woman.

"No. Get your ass up and vacuum. I have laundry to do." Lauren grabbed the basket off the floor before leaving the room.

"Buzzkill!" Dinah called after her girlfriend.

"Now, Hansen!"

"She's such a meanie." Dinah groaned before rolling out of bed and going to grab the vacuum.