A Little Love

Chapter 6

"LoLo?"

Lauren blinked sleepily, groaning as she turned onto her side. She opened her eyes lazily, feeling a weight on her chest.

"Camila?" Lauren asked, finding that the little girl was sitting on her. Lauren sat up, putting her arms around Camila to steady her. She suddenly realised that she wasn't wearing any clothes, and Dinah was next to her fast asleep, and memories of the night before came flooding back. "What're you doing here?" She asked in panic, hoping that Camila was unaware of what she had walked in on.

"It's morning," Camila groaned dramatically.

"How did you get out of your crib?" Lauren asked, holding the duvet against her chest.

Camila simply shrugged.

"Uh, okay, I need you to go back to your room for a few minutes," Lauren said, running a hand through her tangled hair.

"That looks like my paci," Camila giggled, reaching out to touch nipple.

"Mm, tastes like one too," Dinah smirked, having woken up now.

"Mila, go to your room," Lauren said, placing Camila on the floor.

"Give me my sippy," Camila demanded.

"If you can be a good girl and go brush your teeth then I'll give you your bottle, okay?" Lauren bargained, to which Camila nodded before scampering out of the room. "For fuck's sake," Lauren hissed, throwing on a hoodie and pair of sweatpants.

"It's fine, she knows nothing," Dinah rolled her eyes.

Lauren sighed before walking out of the room, closing the door behind her and then jogging up the stairs.

"Show me those pearly teeth," Lauren said, walking into Camila's bathroom.

"Eee," Camila sung, grinning widely.

"That's my girl," Lauren said, giving Camila a high five before putting her hands on her shoulders to lead her to her bedroom. 

"Why weren't you and Dinah wearing pyjamas?" Camila asked curiously as she lay down on her changing mat. "And why were you sharing your bed with her?"

"Uh, I don't know, Camz, can you lift your hips for me?" Lauren asked, trying to change the topic.

"Why don't you know?" Camila asked, clearly confused.

"Tell you what, why don't we go get you your bottle and then we can talk about it," Lauren sighed, deciding to be upfront with Camila.

"Okay," Camila shrugged. "Where's my paci?"

"We're not going to get too attached to this, hmm," Lauren said, pushing the plastic soother into Camila's mouth. She couldn't deny that the little girl looked adorable with the round object bobbing in and out of her mouth rhythmically. 

"Hungwy," Camila lisped. 

"Do you want your breakfast now or do you want to have your bottle and then some food later?" Lauren asked as she slipped a short dress on over Camila's head.

"Bott'we," Camila decided after a moment's thought.

"Okay, c'mon then," Lauren hummed. She made Camila's bottle agonisingly slowly in an attempt to postpone what was bound to be an awkward conversation, despite the impatient whines of the girl sitting on the counter.

"LoLo, I want my milk," Camila pouted, reaching over and trying to get it herself.

"Hey, careful, this is hot," Lauren warned, pouring it into the bottle.