Camren - one shots

Happily Ever After

"You said forever.."

Camila's soft voice rung in the thick air of the hotel suite the two women stood in. Her eyes bore into the mirror Lauren was currently using to look at herself.

The older girl's emerald green eyes flickered from her midsection to look at Camila's solemn brown eyes through the reflective glass. She slowly exhaled through her nose and turned to face her, her face cold and stony, a vast contrast from her usual soft and warm demeanor.

"I say a lot of things I don't mean," Lauren countered, crossing her arms and adding snidely. "You should know that by know. Considering how well you 'know' me,"

Camila ignored the last comment and took a step forward, closer to the pale girl and closer to what was once such an important part of her life. "You said you meant it."

A very unlady like snort escaped Lauren's throat at the statement and she dropped her arms to hang beside her. "Please. That word is full of bullshit. Hitler said he meant it when he promised a better world. But he was full of shit. Just like I was when I said I 'meant it.'" She waved Camila's statement away as if it were a mere scent that would disappear with a wave of her hand.

The small Cuban stayed silent for a moment as her brain absorbed Lauren's words.

Lauren took her silence as a sign to keep speaking so she did, by posing a question as she sat by the vanity the hotel provided and checking her make up. "Why are you here, again?"

Camila looked up and towards her, moving closer once again as her strained words came out of her lips. "I'm here to tell you that you're making a mistake!"

Lauren turned her body half way to look at the standing Cuban-Mexican, repeating her words. "I'm making a mistake?" A loud sultry laugh left her lips and Camila was taken by surprise.

Her heart leaped at the sound, that beautiful sound that once brought her so much happiness and warmth. One that was associated with such love and adoration.

She swallowed a lump in her throat as she watched the pale woman's laugh reduce to a small chuckle.

"Please, Camila, enlighten me on how I'm 'making a mistake'."

Camila stood straight and spoke strongly. "You don't love him. You're going to regret this!"

"And how do you know I don't love him?" Lauren retorted with a raised eyebrow, leaning back against the vanity.

Not expecting that response, Camila backtracked a little and stammered for a moment before regaining her trace of thought and replying confidently. "I see the way you look at him. It's not how you.." She stopped herself before she could say anything more and glanced at the carpeted floor with a sigh.

Lauren's eyes bored into Camila's body as the silence engulfed them before she decided to break it. "Alright listen." She leaned forward and locked eyes with Camila, green on brown.

"Even if I didn't love Brad, which you have no concrete proof of, he loves me. Which is enough for me, and you have no right to just barge in here and assume things, because when you assume, you make an ass out of u and me." She snapped angrily and then took a deep breath to calm herself down as she looked at her lap, covered with her beautiful ivory wedding gown.

"Besides, what did you expect, anyway?" Lauren smoothed out the soft satin and raised her eyes once again to look at the tan woman standing a mere five feet away from her, her eyes no longer cold or stony but full of sorrow.

"That I would admit I didn't love him? That I would tell you it was you all along and we would just run away together and live happily ever after, and finally let 'Camren' be real to the public?" Lauren spoke softly, standing up and taking a step closer to her. "That's not how it works, Camz,"

As hard as Camila's willed for them not to, her eyes filled with tears, not only at the heartbreaking words, but also at the old nickname that she hadn't heard in so long. She lifted her head at a vain attempt to not let them fall, speaking in a strained and tearful voice.

"But why can't–"

Lauren cut her off before she could say anything else, speaking with finality.

"I'm pregnant, Camila."

That's when Camila knew she wouldn't get her Happily Ever After.