The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 4

Lauren's POV

Leaving Camila was harder than I wanted it to be. I don’t know if it’s Camila or the baby that has me thinking about them all the time, but I was pissed I agreed to dinner with Ally and Dinah. I could’ve napped with her all night.

It’s Sunday evening and I’m heating up leftovers when my doorbell rings. I remember Camila had dinner with her parents, but I doubt it’s her. She’s been iffy at best around me. I also could just be paranoid because I want her around but she’s always busy.

When I get to the door I open it and I smile, before frowning. It’s Camila, but it’s clear she’s been crying.

“Camila, come in, what’s wrong?” I ask as I usher her inside.

She blows out a deep breath and says, “My dad. It was going okay and then I told him I met you at the club and he implied that I’m a stupid slut.”

I growl quietly and don’t think twice about pulling her into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and kiss her forehead without thinking.

She breaks down and through her tears she says, “It’s just frustrating. I never do anything right in his eyes and I feel like I’ve done pretty good and…” she trails off and squeezes her eyes shut.

“From what I know you’ve done great,” I whisper, rubbing her back. “I don’t know him, but he’s an idiot if he doesn’t think you’re anything less than amazing.”

Camila nods but she doesn’t stop crying. She’s crying so hard I can feel her tears bleeding through my shirt. I don’t do crying women very well, but I’m going to have to learn I think.

“Come on, let’s sit,” I say quietly, but don’t let her go. I shuffle us over to the couch and when I sit, I pull her down onto my lap.

It takes a few minutes for her to calm down but when she does, Camila kisses me softly and says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump all over you like that.”

“It’s okay,” I assure her, squeezing her a little tighter. I’m not going to like it when she leaves my lap.

“I told my dad that if he ever talks to me that way again it’s going to be the last thing he says to me for a long time and I’m not going to let him talk like that in front of my kid.”

“Good,” I whisper. “I don’t want that kind of negativity around you or our baby. You’re an adult; you didn’t do a damn thing wrong.”

“I know,” she nods. “You’ve got my mom on your side though.”

I chuckle and joke, “For some reason the ladies are always on my side.”

“Except for me, right?” Camila sniffles.

“I’m trying with you. I’ll get you to crack one day,” I smile and kiss her head again.

“How about today?”

“I would love for you to switch to Team Lauren today.”

“I want to go out with you,” she tells me. “A real date. Not a quick lunch or a not so quick fuck, a real date.”

I grin and ask, “When’s your next night off and what time can I pick you up?”

“Next Sunday and I can be ready anytime you want,” she answers.

I brush her hair back and lean down to kiss her softly. “Noon, I’ll pick you up at noon.” I already know where I want to take her. I just hope she’s not scared of heights and she doesn’t get sick.

“Noon, huh? You go on marathon dates? Or do old guys want to catch the blue plate special?” Camila teases.

“No,” I smile and tickle her side. “What I want you to see is better during the day. Bring a change of clothes too, something for a nice dinner.”

“I can do that,” she nods and wipes her face free of tears.

“You’re much prettier when you smile,” I compliment her.

“Oh come on, my hot mess cry face is a serious turn on,” she laughs.

“Don’t count it out. You’re gorgeous regardless, but the smile is better.”

Her hand rises and Camila strokes my cheek with her thumb for a few seconds before she leans in to kiss me. I rest my hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. I can feel myself getting hard under her, but I’m going to be good. I pull back from the kiss and lick my lips, tasting her delicious flavor there as I rest my forehead on hers.

“Would you like to watch a movie or something?” I whisper. I know she isn’t going to stay all night, but I want to keep her with me as long as possible.

“Sure,” she agrees. “But I can’t stay too late. I have finals tomorrow.”

“So, no Gone With The Wind?” I tease.

“Not tonight,” she smiles.

“Want to go to the media room or stay here? We can just talk too if you like,” I offer. “I have a pie in the kitchen that’s been screaming my name for hours.”

“The media room is good. I’m sure it never gets used,” she giggles.

“Ah, this will be the first time,” I admit.

Camila climbs off of my lap and I get up behind her, adjusting myself in the process. She follows me up to the media room and I cue up The Goonies.

When I sit in my recliner I say, “You’re welcome to sit here with me,” and pat my leg. As it turns out I love cuddling with her.

“Thanks, but you’re riled enough. I think I’ll stick with the couch,” she winks and takes a seat.

“Aww, I would’ve been a good girl,” I smile. “I just want to cuddle a little.”

“Maybe if I get scared.”

“It’s The Goonies,” I chuckle.

“Oh… then you’re shit out of luck tonight,” Camila laughs.

“I could always come over there. I promise to keep anything that can penetrate you to myself.”

She laughs again and says, “Oh… Okay. You win.”

I grin and hop up from my spot. The couch is huge and I lie down, pulling her with me so I’m spooned in behind her. I rest my hand on her belly and rest my chin on top of her head. I’m sure she can feel my erection too, but I’m ignoring it.

“Perfect,” I whisper and hit play.

“If I fall asleep please wake me up when the movie is over,” she says.

“I will,” I promise and kiss the top of her head. She feels good next to me.

“Thanks,” she whispers and laces her fingers with mine over our baby.

Camila falls asleep in under five minutes. I’m happy though, she’s growing a baby, my baby, and it makes me happy when she rests. Her job is strenuous, and I’m hoping her interview tomorrow goes well.

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