Mrs. Jauregui (GirlxGirl) (Book 2) (Camren)

Twenty Three: Different

Lauren's P.O.V 

I stared at the woman laying next to me and I felt everything inside of me; love.

There is nobody else that I would rather spend the rest of my life with. There is nobody else who could ever come along and steal my heart like she did. Nobody even comes close to how perfect she is to me.

I studied her sleeping face and I smiled at her. I brushed her hair from her eyes and watched her for a moment. She slept so peaceful, maybe that's her getaway from everything else; is sleeping.

I sighed as I rolled over on my back and looked up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but think about everything that happened and she went through. It felt like a dream because of how it happened without warning and she was the one who took the beating to it all.

She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve any of it.

I sighed as I decided to get up. The baby won't allow me to lay down for long and it's not fun because I need sleep. But, he never lets me do anything unless it involves food or throwing up. Sometimes both.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and decided to cook something. I didn't know what I wanted, but anything sounded good at the moment. As I'm cooking, I couldn't help but think about Camz.

I'm worried about her.

I think she needs to talk to someone about all of this. Maybe get counseling. Anything to help her because I can see that she's still worked up about this whole situation. She's acting different and it scares me.

I want my Camz back.

I don't know if she would want to talk to a counselor, but I hope she agrees because I know that it would help her because she needs the help, whether she knows it or not.

I sat down at the table with my food and I heard footsteps in the kicthen. I looked up to see Camz walking in and I smiled at her as she slightly smiled at me.

"Good morning," I smiled as she sat down across from me.

She nodded, "Morning,"

Damn, that broke my heart.

I started eating as I glanced at her every now and then. She wasn't talking or looking at me and I was beginning to worry. "Are you ok?" I asked.

She shrugged and I saw her wince then sigh. I watched her for a moment and I wish there was something I could do, anything.

I hate seeing my wife like this.

"Do you want to go out and do something today?" I asked her. She shook her head and I didn't know what else to say. She won't talk to me and it hurts.

Ever since what happened with her being drugged, she's been acting different and I can't help but wonder what was causing it. It's been two weeks. I know she needs time, but she hasn't been doing anything to help herself.

She hasn't been going to work and she's been calling in sick every day that she's suppose to go. I hate watching her lie but I hate watching her suffer even more.

I go into work every chance I get but I hate leaving her alone here and sometimes Dinah isn't available so I'm shit out of luck when it comes to figuring all of this shit out.

I tried talking to her, to see what was going on in her head, but she shuts me out and says that she doesn't want to talk about it. I understand that she needs space to breathe, but I'm still worried about her.