Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 90

A/N: Thank you once again for reading and enjoy.

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"When were you going to tell me?" Camila asked as she pulled on her sleep shirt. "I mean, if he had stayed in Miami and was never part of our lives, I could see why you wouldn't feel the need to tell me that he's hit you. But he's here, Lauren. He spends time in our house. He's going to be spending time with our child."

"I know that. I understand your frustrations but I didn't tell you because it was no longer an issue. He doesn't drink anymore and it was a very, very rare occurrence when he did."

"But what if he slips up again. What if he goes out and gets drunk and-"

"I can't do the what-if game with you, Camila," Lauren stated firmly, cutting off Camila's rant before it really got started. "If you want to go over every little thing that could possibly go wrong in the world, go talk with Adrianne. You should know that I would never put our child in that situation if I thought there was the slightest chance of it happening again." She paused noticing Camila's scowl and the look on her face saying she had a lot more to say. "I can't stress myself out over the many things that can go wrong. I can't."

"So you walk blindly into them?"

"Do I look blind to you? Do you see me running into my father's arms for a hug and his approval? Do you hear me calling him 'Daddy'? Do you see me bursting at the seams to tell him that I'm pregnant? A fact that I am very excited for the whole world to know? No. I'm not. I'm guarded but I'm not stressing. If I stress I could lose the baby."

"That's a low blow to end this conversation," Camila stated with a mixture of concern and hurt.

"It's not. If you could have this conversation without getting riled up, I would. But you can't, so I can't."

Camila took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before moving over to Lauren who was sitting on the edge of her side of the bed, her back to the brunette. She knelt down in front of the raven-haired and rested her arms on Lauren's legs, holding her hands. "I'm just scared."

"I know. But I need you to trust me when I say that when I look at my father, I don't see a trace of the man that hit me when I was younger. I'm not expecting you to be okay with what he did, but don't cause more tension with all the possibilities. I'm not running blindly into anything. I promise you."

"I trust you. I do. I just don't trust him."

"And that's fine. I'm not asking you to."

"I know." The brunette confessed, kissing the hands in hers. "I know you're not." She stated with a lighter tone, ending the aggressiveness to the conversation. "I trust your judgment, but I would like to maybe discuss the moments when it happened at a later date. I just want to know so I know what to look out for."

Lauren smiled lightly as Camila pushed up from her knees and pecked her lips. "Come cuddle with me? With us?" She asked in a childish voice, looking down to her stomach.

"Of course. How could I deny my babies?"

"Oh."

Camila froze, half on the bed, looking at Lauren in concern. "What? What is it?"

The raven-haired shook her head and ran her hand over her stomach before she finished pulling the covers over her and waited for Camila to get settled before she snuggled up to her. "I was just thinking. What would we do if we had twins? Or, what are we going to do when we have our second child? We don't have the room here."

"Twins we could handle. They would share a room." Camila stated with confidence while secretly wishing for just a single birth. It was going to be a mess enough learning how to take care of a baby without fearing she was going to break it. Trying to juggle two of them would just be disastrous. "As for the second one... that could be some time down the road yet. We just might have to find a bigger place first. Unless..."