Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 89

A/N: This chapter would be titled the reaction chapter if it was to have a title. That's pretty much what it is. There is also some more development of some other relationships and characters that we didn't get to see because of the time jump.

As for some of the questions, I was asked.. or those I can remember at the moment. We will see Michelle back, even if just for a scene or two. The other ones making an appearance are Marie, Mike, Adrianne's dad, Normani, Frankie.

If you haven't noticed, the first part of this fic was about the women individually and their place in society (job and friends). The second part was about them in their relationship. The third part is all about family. Their family with them and the baby (which will eventually get a nickname) and them and their parents. As for seeing Camila pregnant... there will be some of that. It may be done as an epilogue or it may find it's very own section of the story.

I'm glad to know that you all love this just as much as you did in the beginning. I know with most long stories it's hard to stay interested, so I appreciate you staying put and give me the time to edit this (Faberry) fic into a Camren story. Thank you and enjoy.

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"Good morning." Camila sang as she walked into the bedroom with a tray in her hands.

Lauren arched an eyebrow, just managing to open her eye enough to see the alarm clock. "It's eight-thirty. You let me sleep in?" Camila held the tray and her beaming smile until Lauren finally found the energy to push herself up from the mattress to a sitting position. "And you made me breakfast?"

The brunette managed somehow to smile even wider as she set the tray of food down on the foot of the bed and fluffed some pillows behind Lauren's back. "I did. I cooked you eggs and bacon and toast. There is also a selection of orange juice or milk to drink." Camila informed her as she returned to the tray and set it over Lauren's lap. "I wasn't too sure if something as acidic as orange juice would be a good choice with your new tendency to..."

Camila trailed off as Lauren held up her hand, silencing the pending conversation of vomiting. It wasn't something she wanted to talk about before she even tried to eat anything.

"Sorry. Anyway, enjoy."

The raven-haired looked down at the meal in her lap and then to her exuberant wife before patting the mattress next to her. "Here." She said, handing the brunette the glass of orange juice and a piece of toast. "Eat with me. Although, you really didn't have to do this. I'm pregnant, not impotent."

"I know," Camila assured her softly as she looked down at the glass in her hand as Lauren nibbled on her bacon. "I just... I'm excited and I feel like you're the one doing all of the work when it comes to the baby, so I feel the need to do all the work when it comes to you."

Lauren smiled adoringly then leaned over and pecked her cheek. "I appreciate it. But can I make a suggestion?"

"Of course," Camila answered, shifting and straightening her posture in eager anticipation.

"Save most of your sweetness and efforts for when I get too big to do certain things for myself. You don't want to burn yourself out now."

Camila nodded her head slowly with the wide-eyed look of a child. This was all so new to her. She had never been around a pregnant woman before. Well, besides Lauren in high school, but that was only for a few classes. When it came to the reality on a day to day life, she was ignorant. "Things like what exactly? I need to know so I can look out for the opportunities."

Lauren smiled but shrugged her shoulders and waited until she finished chewing to answer. "Well, eventually I'm not going to be able to reach things in the kitchen cabinets because my belly's going to be in the way. I'll need you to get things all the time for me. I'll have difficulty shaving my legs even because I'll be too big."