Missing Comrades

Phoenix, Arizona

Camila's POV

"Holy shit!" I cry as I wave my hand in front of my face.

Lauren wipes the drop of sweat away from my eyebrow, kissing my forehead. "You're making it hotter," She whispers in my ear.

"Um, hello! I'm still here," Normani says behind Lauren.

"Sorry, we just got used to it being us two," I push Lauren away after kissing her on the cheek.

"Disgusting, adorably disgusting," Normani fixes her bag on her shoulder.

"Can we like... get a snow cone or something or maybe some light clothes?" I whine.

"Can you stop whining? Damn it's making my head hurt," Normani says

"Children, focus!" Lauren says firmly, "Camila we'll get you a stupid snow cone."

"Watch the way you are talking to me. If you weren't my wife I would have tortured the shit out of you," I hiss.

"Is that a threat?" Lauren steps closer to me.

"Depends, what would you do if it was?" I step even close to her.

"You are still technically threatening a cop," Lauren steps so close there's barely an inch of space between us.

"I'm not talking to a cop, I'm talking to my wife," I inch my lips close to hers.

Lauren roughly pulls me flush against her then presses our lips in a rough kiss. She sucks on my lower lip biting it as she pulls on it.

"Can y'all save it out of the public eye?" Normani pushes Lauren away from me.

Lauren's POV

We end up getting snow cones as we walk around the park. We sit down on a picnic bench as we enjoy our snow cones.

"We are on a mission not to fucking enjoy this trip," I said.

"Can you lighten up for once?" Normani groans.

"No. We don't know where our friends are and we don't know how or who started those fires," I slam my hand down on the bench.

"Why are you so determined with this Lauren?" Normani asks.

"The Chicago Police Department got burned down and I wasn't there to protect it and I won't rest until I know who or what the fuck burned it down," I said. I throw away the rest of my snow cone and walk away fuming to myself.

"Lauren!" Camila calls out. She runs in front of me making me stop. "Are you determined only for the Chicago Police Department?" She rests her hand on my shoulders.

I run a hand over my face, letting out a sigh, "No."

"Than for what else?" She raises an eyebrow in question.

"Your father didn't deserve to die like that. A death... So slow and painful. I want to know who or what caused those fires just as much as you do," I said.

"Thank you, Lauren..." Camila smiles brightly at me.

"I'm your wife, your problems are mine, I don't like seeing you suffer," I take her hands in mine.

"Your so sweet, how did I get so lucky?" Camila smiles down at our hands.

I pull her closer and press a soft kiss on her lips as I rest my forehead against hers. "That should be me saying that," I chuckle.

"Let me have it for once," She giggles.

"Just one," I smile.

Camila leans forward and kisses my lips again, her arms wrapping around my neck. My hands slide down to her waist, resting there.

"Oh damn!" Normani comes up to us.

"What?" I look at her, still holding onto Camila.

"I know where Louis is performing tonight. I got us meet and greet as well as Q&A tickets," Normani does a little victory dance.

"Are you fucking serious?" I grab her phone.

"Hell yeah I deserve my praise bitch," She says.

"In your dreams," I hand Normani her phone after letting Camila look at it as well

"Will do," Normani winks at me and walks back over to the bench.

I turn to Camila, a smile playing on my lips. "I've always wanted to meet and greet Louis Tomlinson and ask a couple of spicy questions," I tease.

"You're a dork," Camila laughs.

"Don't tell me you didn't want to see Louis Tomlinson too," I joke.

"Lauren, stop!" She whines hiding her face in my shoulder.

"Okay fine," I wrap my arms around her.

"I did though," She mumbles.

"Then we have a meet and greet and a Q&A to catch this afternoon baby," I stroke her hair.

"Hell yeah Louis Tomlinson is my idol I'm fucking pumped," Camila mumbles against my shoulder.

"You're adorable," I said.

"Shut up."

I chuckle as I rock us back and forth making Camila sigh. "What?" I question.

"I wish for once in our life we can relax," She lifts her head to look me in the eyes.

I tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, frowning. "I understand what you mean," I whisper.

"It's all your fault," She playfully shoved me.

"Me?" I pull her back in my arms.

"Yes, you. Ever since you came back into my life I haven't caught an ounce of relaxation," She rests her head on my chest.

"Life is crazy, baby..." I whisper.

"I'm fucking crazy for you," Camila mumbles.

I dip my head down and peck her lips over and over again making her giggle which causes a smile to grow on my face. "I love you, Karla Camila Jauregui," I whisper.

"I love you too, Lauren Michelle Jauregui," She melts into my embrace.