Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 65

A/N: So, lots of Camren again with a little scene of Kimdrianne. It doesn't have anything to do with Camren, so those of you who still aren't fans of that couple, feel free to browse over it and not fear missing anything. For those of you who ship them like you do Camren, you'll like it.

Thank you all for your comments. Coming up in the next couple of chapters: Shawn (eventually), a dinner with all the friends (no Kimdrianne there... I think), bachelorette parties, and... oh! The Mike dinner. Double oh! And date night between Camila and Lauren. So, lots of stuff to get through before the wedding, which I swear, is coming. We are delaying it on purpose. I know you all are wanting to see them with kids and everything and we just can't do that without implementing another time jump, but we didn't want to have two time jumps back to back. This fic is turning out to be like a trilogy wrapped in one. I swear it's never going to end... it just seems to keep going and going and going.

Anyway, now that I'm done rambling. Enjoy.

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"Will you keep your hands to yourself?" Camila softly lectured as she and Lauren stood behind one side of the counter while the baker stood on the other, preparing the samples of cake for them to try, oblivious to the woman's roaming hands.

"You see, that was a question which I am inclined to answer with a very stern 'no'." Lauren responded as she glided her hand over the brunette's lower back under her shirt.

Camila smiled as she shook her head. "Fine. It's no longer a question. Keep your hands to yourself."

"You know, that's a little weird actually." Lauren teased back as she moved to stand slightly behind the shorter woman, guiding her warm hand to Camila's hip and then further up her side. "Because my response is still 'no'."

Both women's heads popped up with light smiles on their faces as the backer turned to face them, Lauren's hand retreating to the small of the brunette's back again. He was a happy looking, plump man with graying brown hair and a permanent smile on his face.

"Before we start." Camila blurted out and Lauren tensed, thinking the brunette was going to call her out on her defiance. "I just need to make sure that all of these samples, and the cake itself, are made with either organic dairy or vegan substitutes."

"Absolutely." He assured her with a booming voice of certainty. "I am a big fan of yours so I knew you are vegan. Even if you hadn't specified as such when you called to set this up, I would have done so anyway."

The brunette beamed and looked over her shoulder to Lauren as she thanked the man. "He's so sweet, isn't he? As a fan, he knew I was vegan and took it upon himself to make sure everything fit for me. It's amazing seeing as you, my fiancée and love of my life, sat back and watched me drink your coffee, knowing it had creamer in it."

The baker gasped and looked at Camila as she nodded her head at him.

"I know. Milk too!"

"There was no milk in it." Lauren corrected her with a light blush as the man just shook his head at her in playful disapproval. He had character if nothing else.

He smiled and Lauren's embarrassment faded. "So, just to start things off." He began, sliding them the first two samples. "The most basic of selections. Chocolate or vanilla, or perhaps a combination of both?"

Nearly two hours and forty samples later, Lauren was eying the garbage can across the room, just in case she needed to use it suddenly. She swore all of those bit size samples combined would make an entire cake themselves. The overly sweet smell of the bakery wasn't really helping her stomach either. It was all just too much sugar and sweetness. I mean, who knew there were so many different flavors of chocolate cake?