The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 5

Lauren's POV

“Are they going to do an ultrasound today?” I ask as we walk into the doctor’s office together. I’m sure they are, I’m just nervous. this appointment is going to make the baby thing really real.

“Yep,” Camila grins.

“I’m pretty excited to see it,” I smile. “We’ll probably hear the heartbeat too, huh?”

“Yep,” she says again with the same grin.

“You know you’re really cute when you grin like that,” I wink.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

When we walk into the waiting room Camila checks in and we take a seat near the door. I start fidgeting, probably for the first time ever. My leg starts shaking; my fingers tap my other leg. I go for about thirty seconds before I feel Camila’s small, warm hand on my leg.

“Relax,” she whispers and kisses my cheek.

“Sorry,” I sigh. “this is going to make it real and it scares me,” I admit and lace my fingers with hers.

“Shoot, you should have told me. I would have come over and puked in one of your twenty bathrooms.”

“Nine and two halves,” I deadpan.

“I was close,” she shrugs.

“Sorry,” I sigh and kiss her head. “I guess the morning sickness is getting worse?”

“It’s been sporadic but when I get it, it attacks with a vengeance.”

“I have a cushioned toilet seat in one of the bathrooms if you ever need a comfy spot to throw up,” I tell her.

“I will keep that in mind. I’m also going to need you to draw me a map so I can find this haven.”

I smile. “Thanks,” I say quietly. “I’ll get it drawn up tonight. You know I’ve only ever used two of the bathrooms?”

“That’s not surprising. I went on field trips as a kid that took less time than your house tour.”

“Something tells me you think it’s overkill.”

“Well for just you? Yeah. I mean you don’t even have pets.”

“I’m not there enough for pets. I do have two maids to keep the dust out of the rooms I don’t use.” The more I talk about it, the more ridiculous my house sounds.

“Just two? Do you have them dress in frou frou costumes and carry feather dusters?” Camila asks with amusement.

“Pfffft, no. I barely see them,” I tell her. “Plus I don’t want to see either of them in maid uniforms. At least not the sexy kind.”

“You better get carrier pigeons for when you have the kid over. Maybe walkie-talkies…”

“Come on, Camila, it’s not like I’ll leave the child to roam the house alone. I’ll be with it… maybe walkie-talkies.”

“Yeah, I mean he or she might want you to pass the salt,” she deadpans.

“Mmm, that table is only used when my parents come to town and their friends come to see them. Otherwise it’s the breakfast nook.”

“It’s a lovely nook.”

I smile over at her and her name is called. We stand up and follow the nurse back to take Camila’s vitals before we go wait in the room. I take a seat in the tiny chair and watch Camila hop up on the table.