The Donor

Chapter 14

Camila’s POV

Emelia and Lauren were acting weird over dinner, like they were sharing a secret. Lauren was silently supporting our little girl with something and I still have no idea what was happening but I’m worried. Emelia just looked deflated and nervous, something no mother wanted to see of their child.

Dinner time came around two hours after the moment between Lauren and I. Once again lust overpowering reason as I allowed her to take me while we were in kitchen. I allowed her to dominate and control me in the openness of the kitchen; the fact that our young daughter could have interrupted us was a distant thought as we both knew she would still be asleep. Lauren had helped me redress, pulling me down from the counter and putting my shorts back on for me then rearranging my sports bra to look somewhat presentable.

Neither of us could stop smiling or laughing at the awkwardness of the situation. As soon as the hunger had dissipated, we both realised where we were and how something like that had happened between us so quickly. But the mood changed again when she held me. When I was dressed and her jeans had been buttoned up, Lauren pulled me into her arms and just held me. No space between our bodies and she just held me close to her, initially burying my face into her neck and wrapping her arm securely around me, and then cradling my face and kissing me. One minute there is nothing but desire and longing between us. The next is tenderness and passion and I love it all with Lauren; I love every moment I spend with her. She placed soft kisses to lips, my cheeks and then to my jaw, with no primal intention, almost a loving intention. It gave my time to caress her physique, running my fingers along her waist, then her tummy and chest, and then her arms. Her lean yet muscular arms that I can never get enough of.

“I don’t want to ruin this moment but I should really shower,” I said to her after a few minutes of simply enjoying the affectionate touches. Hearing Lauren groaning almost triggered that primal drive I always seem to have for her and we had to separate before I started something again; the annoyance in my eyes directed toward her making the woman laugh again, seemingly aware of what the noise did to me. It wasn’t something we wanted to do but we soon separated, Lauren washing her hands then moving into Emelia’s room to wake our daughter while I walked into my Ensuite to have a shower.

I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time I was in the shower. It’s been like that constantly since I had met Lauren and saw how amazing she is with our daughter. Their closeness is something I had hoped for from the very beginning but not realised until now that it has become one of the most important things to me. I thought about how, considering it is something so incredibly important to me, why more people weren’t aware of it. My mother is still yet to know. There’s been many times I could have told her, I just never did. I’m not ashamed of Lauren but I’m scared, like she was. Some people just wouldn’t understand and wouldn’t be so kind as to accept her condition. We had arranged to meet for Monday morning while Emelia is at school and Lauren’s at work to hopefully give me time to sit down and explain everything. My parents were none too happy to accept my lesbianism at first and were even more so disappointed when I announced to have a baby alone. They got over it and my family love Emelia and me to bits – maybe they could love Lauren too.

I need them to love Lauren like we do. I couldn’t imagine my life now without her. Nor could Emelia I presume. With her childish giggle, her intelligence and charm, and her big, loving heart; I don’t want that to ever leave our lives. But it’s not just her presence, it’s how she can make people feel.

Ally and Normani had said that knowing Lauren has made them feel stronger; if she could surpass all of the hardships thrown her way (and there was a lot of them), the two woman could surpass the difficulties in their lives. Dinah has said that Lauren makes her feel like a good mother. On numerous occasions Khiara had done something to make Lauren laugh or smile and every time she had complimented Dinah, appreciating how well she had done with her daughter. She makes Emelia feel happy. All the time. I don’t see her smile bigger than when she is with Lauren, or talking about Lauren. And she makes me feel… alive. Everything is greater with her. There’s more laughter, more reason to smile and more passion. It didn’t take long for me to get side-tracked, thinking about just how passionate Lauren and I can be, and then imagining her in in the shower with me. The shower ended quickly after this because I should not have been thinking about that moments before I spend time with my daughter.