The Art of Loving You

Untitled Part 17

Hey everyone! Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. Been having computer problems. I hope you enjoy this chapter!~Britt

Normani's POV

"Camila!?" I yelled walking into the house with Aliyah and Asher, both of which were throwing fits.

"Kitchen with Lauren." Camila yelled back.

Pushing the stroller into the kitchen, I glared at Camila. "You can deal with them." I said angrily.

"What's wrong with you?" Camila asked.

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, "What's wrong with me? Let's see, I had to take the twins to the doctor ALONE! Neither one of them are listening. Oh and let's not forget the fact that I am pregnant with another set of fucking twins." I growled out.

Lauren flinched, spilling a bowl of cake mix.

"Twins!" Camila squealed.

Glaring at Camila, I throw the sonogram at her. "Congratulations." I said before storming back to our room and slamming the door.

I walked over to the bed and flopped down on it.

A few minutes later, the door opened and I felt arms wrap around my waist. "What happened Manz?" Camila whispered, kissing my shoulder.

"Nothing." I muttered. "Where are the twins?" I asked.

"Playing with Oli and Eli." She said softly, running her hand over my stomach. "Why are you so upset Angel?"

"I'm not upset." I muttered, "Where's Lauren?" I asked.

Camila frowned and turned me to face her. "Then why were you yelling at me?" She asked, caressing my cheek. "She's watching the kids play."

"I'm hormonal, remember." I sassed, motioning to my stomach. "What smells so nice?" I asked.

"Butterfly cakes." Camila stated.

"Butterfly cakes?" I asked.

"Lauren wanted to make cakes shaped like butterflies." Camila explained.

Nodding my head, I curled into her arms and took a deep breath. "I'll never understand why you smell like bananas." I mumbled.

Laughing softly, she ran her hand through my hair. "It could be because I eat bananas a lot."

I giggled as the door opened. Lauren appeared. "Camz, the timer for the cakes is going off." She said, standing shyly at the edge of the bed.

Camila smiled softly at her and sat up, kissing my cheek before getting up and grabbing Lauren's hand. "Let's go decorate your cakes baby."

Lauren smiled, nodding excitedly.

"Manz, wanna come with?" Camila asked turning to face me.

I thought for a moment. "Why not?" I said rhetorically. I got up off the bed and followed them out of the room.

Walking into the kitchen, Camila releases Lauren's hand and gets the cakes out of the oven. "Alright, we just need to let them cool down for five minutes."

Lauren nodded, jumping up onto the counter and sitting on it.

"Mila, has she taken an anti-anxiety pill today?" I whispered in Camila's ear.

Lauren was looking down at her feet, swinging her legs back and forth. She seemed nervous, which was why I was asking.

Camila shook her head and whispered in my ear. "She hid them."