Serendipity // Camren

Chapter 65

It was after ten o'clock that night when Camila finished reading through the script Thom had sent her and she sighed as she turned off her iPad and looked over at Lauren who was curled in a ball on the other end of the sofa from her, fast asleep. She licked her lips as she leaned back into the corner of the sectional and gazed adoringly at the raven-haired woman, thinking to herself that she had never seen anything as beautiful as Lauren when she was in repose, a small smile lifting the corners of her lips as she dreamed.

Thom had been right, of course, she desperately wanted to do the play – the writing was ingenious, the dialogue was witty at times and heart-wrenching at others, and the songs were amazing. Even without the music, she could tell from the lyrics alone that this was, indeed, the next major musical that was going to sweep the Great White Way off its feet and she felt blessed to know that they wanted her to play the lead.

She took a deep breath as she looked around the house she had begun to think of as home and frowned as she realized that by taking the play, Lauren would sell the house to follow her. She felt strangely more attached to this house that she had lived in for only a couple months than she did her own apartment – which she had lived in for years. This was home to her now and she hated the idea of leaving it.

Rolling her eyes at her own sentimentality, she set her tablet down on the coffee table and leaned forward to give Lauren's foot a gentle squeeze. "Wake up, sleepyhead," she murmured, smiling at the way Lauren grunted in her sleep and curled into an even smaller ball, pulling the blanket she was tucked under up tighter to her chin. "Come on, you," she said a little more loudly, sliding her hand up Lauren's leg to her thigh and giving it a squeeze. "Let's go to bed."

Lauren yawned as she cracked an eye to look up at Camila and smiled self-consciously as she wiped at her mouth. "Hey you. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Smiling at Lauren's utter adorableness, Camila leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Lauren's puffy lips. "You're fine, sweetie. I'm done reading, let's go to bed."

"What did you think?" Lauren asked as she stretched her legs out, pointing her toes and arching her back as she tried to work out the kinks that had developed as she'd slept. "Are you going to do it?" she asked as she settled back into the couch.

"Yeah," Camila said, nodding. "It's amazing," she murmured as she pulled the blanket back and laid down on top of Lauren. She sighed as Lauren's arms wrapped around her waist and she hummed contentedly as she burrowed closer.

Sensing that there was something Camila wasn't telling her, Lauren pressed a tender kiss to the brunette's forehead and just held her for a moment before she asked, "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"I'm just... everything's going to change," Camila said.

"Kind of," Lauren agreed. "It has to, though, if we're going to move to New York so you can do the play."

"But I don't want it to," Camila murmured petulantly. "I like it here, with you."

"I'm not going anywhere you're not," Lauren assured her.

"That's not what I meant," Camila mumbled.

Lauren frowned as she brushed her lips across Camila's forehead. "Then what do you mean? I thought we already figured out what the plan was. I'll call my real estate agent tomorrow and-"

"I don't want you to sell this house," Camila said. "I like it here."

"I do too," Lauren said, smiling as she began to understand what it was Camila was getting at. "But, sweetie, if you're on Broadway and I'm working out there, we aren't going to be able to come back here and use the house."