My Favorite Camren One-Shots (Part 3)

Sorry for Yelling

Lauren G!P

"Babe, babe wait," Camila said, breaking their kiss.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong?" Lauren asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows to hover over the brunette.

"No, you didn't do anything. I just...I love you Lo," she said stroking both of her cheeks with her hands. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Camz." She started kissing the younger woman's neck again, trying to ignore the fact that every time she hit a sensitive spot Camila would buck her hips and rub against her hardening member. Camila was a virgin, and they had never gone all the way before, and Lauren would never pressure her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. She was head over heels in love with the brown-eyed brunette and she would wait forever if she was asked. But Camila was truly testing her resilience at the moment. Every time her jeans would brush Lauren's jeans, the part in her pants would twitch with excitement. It had been a little over a week since they did anything even slightly sexual since Camila was working on a new project at work, so she was more than frustrated.

Camila wrapped her legs around her waist and dug her ankles into her bag, effectively pulling their groins together and they both moaned at the contact.

"Camz, you're driving me crazy," she said, sucking on the brunette's pulse point.

"Laur, I think I'm ready." She had to pull away, to be sure she heard what she thought she heard. Looking into Camila's eyes, all she saw was lust, and adoration. And trust.

"Wait, are you serious?"

Camila nodded and bit her lip. "I want you to be my first. Make love to me, Lauren."

So Lauren did what she was told. She was gentle, and catered to all of Camila's needs. She made sure she was comfortable the entire time and was ready to stop at the slightest hesitation. When Camila came, Lauren's name falling from her lips, her heart swelled with love for the younger girl. She knew right then and there that she wanted to be with her for the rest of her life. When they were finished, she rolled off of the petite body and laid on her back. Camila instantly cuddled up to her and she held on tight to her.

"I love you Camz."

"I love you too."

****9 ½ months later****

"I fucking hate you!" Camila shouted. Lauren juggled their overnight bag and the baby bag, while having her hand squeezed by Camila. "I hate you so fucking much Lauren."

"Remember what the doctor said? Just breathe baby, in and out."

"Tell me how to breathe one more time and I swear I'll make sure you never fucking breathe again!" She nodded and continued to hold Camila's hand. "AHHHHHHHHH!" she shouted again. The wheelchair was being moved to an open room so Camila could have her baby. They were waiting for Camila's OB/GYN to show up, as per Lauren's request. If it were up to Camila, she would have started pushing in the car on the ride over, but Lauren took the role as the responsible one to make sure they did this right.

The nurses got them into the room and helped her change out of her clothes and into the hospital gown. They transported her onto the bed and adjusted it into the proper position for childbirth. Lauren had put their bags into the corner where they weren't in the way and returned to her girlfriend's bedside. "Laurennnn, it hurtsss," she whined.

"I know it hurts baby, but it'll be over soon."

"Don't lie to me you son of a bitch! My mom said she was in labor with me for sixteen hours!"

"Yeah but that was your mom, you're different."

"Oh my god, just shut up," she said groaning slightly. One of the nurses pulled her away from Camila so she could change out of her street clothes into a set of sterile scrubs. "Lauren?! Where are you going?!"

"I'm right here baby. I just need to change, I'll be right there in a sec." She practically ripped her clothes off and pulled on the light green shirt and pants. She tied her hair into a bun and ran back over to Camila. "See baby? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."

"You fucking better not!" She took deep breaths, encouraging Camila to follow suit. She joined her between screaming fits and random Spanish sentences.

Two hours later, they were in the exact same position. Camila was screaming from her contractions and breaking Lauren's hand. She decided not to say much, because every time she did Camila would abruptly tell her to 'shut the fuck up'.

"Ayyyyyyyyy! Lauren you did this to me you asshole!"

"I know, baby. I know."

"You are never coming near me with your dick again! Do you hear me!? I will cut it off if you try!"

"Okay baby, I won't."

"Good! Because I'm never having sex with you again! You can forget it!"

"That's fine with me, Camz."

The doctor told her to push, and she did, squeezing Lauren's hand until the knuckles on both hands were white.

"I hate you for getting me pregnaaaaaa!" Her sentence was cut short with a scream and a big push.

"That was a great job Camila. Can you give me another big push just like that one?" the doctor asked from between her legs. She nodded and furrowed her eyebrows in concentration as she pushed again. The doctor praised her again and told her to relax for a moment.

"Good job baby, you're doing so well."

"Didn't I tell you to shut the fuck up?!"

"I'm sorry baby, I'll shut up now." She kissed Camila's hand and clenched her jaw when the smaller girl thrust it in her face, effectively punching her in the cheek. One of the nurses looked at her sympathetically and she smiled back at her.

"Okay Camila, we can see the baby's head. He's almost here," the doctor said.

"Get out of me you little bastarddd!" Camila screamed out in pain. "Jesus Christ, he's hard headed like his mother!"

"Hey mommy, wanna come see the birth of your son?" the nurse asked Lauren. She shook her head and returned her attention to her girlfriend who was screaming in agony.

"Lauren...get down there," Camila said through labored breaths.

"Camz, I'm gonna stay here with you. I'm okay," she said. The truth was, she was squeamish around blood and birth fluids. Well she had never seen them before but she was sure she wouldn't like it.

"Instead of flirting with the nurse, pull your head out of your ass and put it between my legs!"
She wanted to laugh at Camila's phrasing, but she knew the younger girl would only get upset with her. "Are you sure? I don't have to," she pleaded. She really didn't want to go down there.

"LAUREN FUCKING JAUREGUI, YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN THERE AND WATCH OUR SON BEING BORN BEFORE I RIP YOUR DICK OFF YOUR BODY!"

"But Camz, I—,"

"I SAID TO GET THE FUCK DOWN THERE!"

She scrambled down the bed and peeked behind the lifted up gown. She fought the urge to gag and watched the head push out of Camila's opening.

"Lauren...what does it look like?" Camila asked quietly. It completely threw her off, since she had only been yelled at for the past few hours. When the head completely popped out, Lauren had to cover her mouth, both in shock and to stop any vomit that might want to come up.

"It, umm, looks like...a baby coming out of a vagina." Camila growled at her and hit her with a harsh glare. "Well what the fuck else would it look like?" The nurse next to her chuckled and leaned in toward the baby's head with a towel. The doctor pulled him all the way out and laid him on the bed in front of Camila. He cried as the nurse wiped him off with the towel. The doctor cleared out his nostrils and he continued to wail. Lauren beamed at her baby boy. Their baby boy. He was wrinkly, and covered in all types of crap but he was still the most beautiful baby she had ever seen.

"Hey mommy, come cut the cord," she nurse said holding out a pair of scissors.

"I'd rather not," she said shaking her head and taking a slight step back.

"Lauren." She turned her head to see where the stern voice came from. Sure enough, Camila was heaving and glaring at her. "I'll rip it right fucking off. Do the right thing." She gulped and nodded, taking the pair of scissors. The doctor showed her the spot above the clip to cut and she snipped it, shivering when the part still connected to Camila dropped onto the hospital bed. She handed the scissors back and walked to the window to take a deep breath. She had never been around that many...fluids before and she was dangerously close to losing her dinner.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around to see the perfect sight of Camila holding their son close in his blanket. She walked over and Camila smiled up at her through tired-looking eyes.

"Look at him Lo. He's perfect, our baby."

"I know. He looks just like you."

"Hello handsome. It's so nice to finally meet you. Your mommy and I are so excited that you're finally out." She lifted their son toward her and Lauren took him into her own arms.

"Hi baby. You just took the trip of a lifetime didn't you? Sorry it was so loud, your Mami isn't very good with pain."

"I heard that!" She laughed when the little boy smiled like he knew what was going on.

"Don't mind her, she's just tired. But even though she called you a little bastard, she loves you so, so much. We both do. And we are so happy that you are here." She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

"Lo, can you bring him back over here?" She walked slowly back to Camila and handed the baby back to her. Camila smiled up at her and stretched her neck to kiss her. "I'm sorry for punching you," she said quietly.

"Don't worry about it. I know you didn't mean it."

Camila stroked her cheek and then grimaced slightly. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you."

Lauren held her hand and kissed the back of it. "You can yell at me anytime."