Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 109

A/N: One more left. This chapter pushes forward with Camila, Lauren and the pregnancy while also wrapping up a few other loose ends that I'm hoping with either answer some of the questions I've been getting or make some of you happy.

Next week is the grand finale.

And we are moving right to the prequel "There's always tomorrow" I'll be uploading the first chapter right after the final chapter of BWYDT. The prequel will be shorter than this one. But I promise you, it is worth reading it ;)

Thank you all for reading and commenting. I'm only going to get to say that one more time for this story... but I really mean it. Thank you and enjoy.

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"What the fuck. I'm not even here for twenty-four hours and you're about to deliver? Good thing I decided to come up when I did." Normani griped as she walked into the labor room casually and took a seat next to Camila's bed.

Lauren was sitting on the edge, holding Camila's hand. The brunette was panicking after the doctor confirmed that her water had broken and she finally started feeling the contractions. She was panicking mainly because she was a month early and she was fearing a repeat of the twins. The raven-haired was in the middle of trying to calm her nerves. "It's normal not to carry to full term with your first. Michelle was a couple weeks early. My sister was a little early. And this is nothing like Gabe and Julian. They were beyond early."

"I just don't want to do that again. I can't do that again."

"Hey. Look at me." Lauren leaned over and rested on her hand on the other side of Camila's legs so her face was right in front of Camila's. "Do I look nervous?"

"...no."

"Then you shouldn't be either."

Normani nodded her head, seeing that this wasn't the best time for anymore jokes just yet. "There's also a reason why they give 'term' pregnancies a range. It's like, what? Thirty-seven to forty-two weeks. Women don't have babies at a predictable time. They come when they come. You're in that range anyway."

"Exactly." Lauren pointed to Mani as Camila shifted her eyes between them. "You are thirty-seven weeks. Perfectly normal and at term. I know that you know that with all the baby books you've read."

"I know. It's just different now that it's me."

"I know, Baby," Lauren responded softly, kissing her wife's forehead. "But I'm right here and your parents are on their way. They aren't too happy about having to do this last minute thing again, but they're far too excited to complain. Mom's on her way. Dad's staying at the apartment with the boys until you get closer to delivery time. Adrianne and Kim are going to be dropping Aubrey off there and then coming over to keep you company while we wait. You have nothing to stress about."

"Except pushing this baby out."

"She's tiny."

"The boys were tiny and you were having a fit." Lauren opened her mouth to argue but she couldn't, so she closed it again. "Exactly."

"Are you still wanting to do this naturally?"

"Yes," Camila answered quickly, meeting Lauren's green eyes with a firm look.

"Okay. I admire that and you can rub it in my face for the rest of our lives if you want."

"And I will," Camila assured her, earning a smile from the raven-haired who lifted the small, tanned hand to her lips and kissed it. "You forgot my music."

"I did, but I asked Adrianne to bring it with them. You will have it."

"Her music?" Normani asked as she kicked her feet up on the bed and snuggled down into the chair. It was two in the morning. She had been told that it was going to be hours before the baby came and that she could stay at the hotel until then, but she insisted that she would be there the whole time. Just in case.