Test Subjects (Camren)

Chapter 29

Lauren's POV

Lauren rolled over and immediately draped her arm over Camila's body. It was strange feeling her hand settle onto a stomach covered by a sweatshirt, since Camila had been sleeping naked almost every night since the experiment began. She had also, so the feel of her sweatpants against Camila's was also a strange feeling. She shifted her hand under Camila's top to settle on the soft skin right under her breasts and sighed happily.

"Much better," she mumbled into Camila's silky brunette locks.

"Shush, Camzi sleeping," her wife mumbled back. Camila squirmed in her arms and she waited for her to settle again before she held her closely.

"Feeling nauseous?"

"I said I'm sleeping."

"Is that a no?"

"It's a stop talking so I can sleep." Lauren smiled at her morning grumpiness and held on tighter. She was almost asleep again when Camila was out of her arms in a flash and the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut woke her completely up. She dropped onto the hot spot Camila left, right next to the puppy who was also awake now and standing at attention with his eyes glued to the door. Lauren propped herself up on one elbow and gently stroked his back with her free hand until he sat back down.

"Don't worry, Camz is gonna be fine. That's just the baby," she said and hoped with every fiber of her being that it was true. She hoped it wasn't just a hysteric pregnancy, but a real one that resulted in a baby in nine to ten months. She and the puppy lay comfortably on the bed until Camila came out of the bathroom and forced the both of them to roll over out of her spot.

"I swear I was fine until you said something," Camila complained as she grabbed onto the back of Lauren's t-shirt and buried her face into her neck.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes I am. You make me sick." Lauren laughed loudly and kissed the top of Camila's head.

"I love you too." The two of them stayed in bed for an hour, not talking or moving or sleeping, just enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in each other's arms.

"We should get up soon," Lauren suggested when Shithead started whining. Probably in hunger.

"Do we have to? I don't wanna put real pants on."

"No one said you had to. In fact, you're not allowed to wear pants all day. My house, my rules."

"It's our house, jackass. And apparently not for much longer." Lauren tried not to think too much about Camila's ending words, because they just made the whole moving thing that much more real. "Hey, don't get all stuck in your head. Let's make breakfast." She followed her wife out of bed and into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth while Camila sat on the counter and swung her legs back and forth.

"Hey Camz," she said, spitting out the minty foam into the sink. "You're still wearing sweats."

"Oh? I am? I hadn't noticed," Camila said with a smirk. Lauren rinsed her mouth and dropped her toothbrush back into the container, eyes never leaving playful brown ones. She stepped between Camila's legs and ignored it when Camila began to toy with the strings of her own sweats. She pulled them away and covered them with her own on the counter.

"Yes, you are. And I'd like you to take them off." Her eyes bore into Camila's and the younger woman bit the corner of her bottom lip.

"I would, but my hands are a little occupied right now," her wife answered easily.