The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 6

Camila's POV

In light of my sexathon with Lauren I come to the conclusion that I need to come clean with Shawn. So the next day after I finish my last final I bake a batch of guilt muffins and take them over to his house to tell him everything.

When I arrive I knock on the front door and wait. Yesterday took me by surprise but it felt right. Then it felt incredible and I couldn’t stop myself. Shawn and I never had the talk about being exclusive, but he still has a right to know.

When the door opens a sleepy Shawn is standing there in pajama pants and a wife-beater.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he asks.

“I just wanted to bring you these.” I lift the towel covering the muffins. Blueberry.

His eyes flick down and he smiles. “Thanks…”

“You’re welcome. I also wanted to talk to you about something. Do you have a few minutes?” I hand him the basket of muffins.

“Sure… Uh… come in.” He opens the door all the way and takes a step back.

I walk into his house and it’s obvious it’s a bachelor apartment. None of the furniture matches, there are empty takeout containers everywhere and there’s a bench press where a dining table should be.

“Would you like to sit?”

“Yeah, sure.” I ignore the Hustler on the coffee table and sit down on the couch. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“It’s alright. The muffins help,” he chuckles.

I snort and say, “Well, I really came over because there’s something I should tell you. I haven’t told too many people yet. I uh… I’m pregnant.”

He looks at me for a long time. His eyes glance down at my stomach and then back up to mine.

“You didn’t think that was important to tell me before?” he asks. He looks more confused than anything.

“I’m telling you now. I wasn’t sure if the baby’s father and I were going to try to make things work, but things have changed,” I tell him. He doesn’t need to know Lauren and I fucked our brains out yesterday.

“So… I assume you’re breaking things off…”

“It’s only fair. You’re a good friend and I think if I hadn’t met her, it would be a different story, but she’s going to be around a lot and it just doesn’t seem fair to you,” I explain, hoping it makes sense. Shawn really is a good guy.

“Well this blows,” he sighs. “That being said, I’m not really looking to date a pregnant girl… no offense.”

“None taken. It’s not your baby and I know you’re not ready for kids. That’s why I wanted to tell you the truth,” I say. “I’d really like it if we could still be friends though. I could even set you up with another one of the girls from the club.” Claudine would be perfect for him.

“I don’t need your charity, Camila. I can get my own dates,” he says. “Yeah, sure, we can be friends I guess.”

I whip out my phone and find a picture of Claudine to show him.

“Still not interested?” She’s like six-feet-tall, long legs, green eyes, dark hair and a rack that gives me a boner.

“I can get my own dates,” he says again. “I’m going back to bed.”

“Okay,” I shrug. “You know where to find me if you change your mind. Enjoy the muffins.”

“Thanks.” He stands from his seat on the recliner.