“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?” She asks, though clearly just messing with him. “Yeah, the pillows are great. It’s fun to cuddle with them and then I’ll have a lot more stuff nearby to smack you with when you start to snore.” Smiling, she can’t help but tease him.
“Mmhmm, I don’t believe that for even one second.”
"Take it how you will, my lady love," He cooed happily, smiling. "And I don't like it when you smack me with things. It's not my fault I snore, it runs in the family and I shouldn't be ashamed of it. You's just gotta deal." His grin didn't disappear.
"Oh, you're just mad cus I didn't let you top like I usually do. And that I did better."
“I’m in a good mood so I’ll take it as a compliment,” She tells him with a laugh. “No one likes it when they get smacked, Cam. It’s necessary for you to shut up in order for me to get my beauty sleep.” Nudging him playfully, she matches his grin with one of her own.
“Better? Oh, Cameron, you are going to live to regret those words.” A challenge sparks in her eyes.
Cameron laughed with her, shaking his head a little. "I'm not an exception, okay? I hate it more. Cus I get jolted out of some wonderful dream, then I complain about it." He laughed again, plapping his hands on her head, only to cock an eyebrow at her challenge.
"Is that a challenge, babe? I don't think I will regret it. I rocked your world– literally." He snickered.
“Hey!” Ava protests as she swats his hands away. “Tsk, it’s a sacrifice that you’re going to have to make. You know how I can be when I’m overly tired. Accept being smacked or deal with me when I’ve had less than three hours of sleep,” She jokes, flicking him on the forehead in retaliation.
“It’s most definitely a challenge. You are most certainly going to regret it. Keep up that cocky attitude and I’ll have to knock you down a peg or two.” Rolling her eyes, she lightly smacks his arm.
Cameron giggled and smacked her face gently again. "Ok, I'd rather you sleep, but I'd rather we both sleep. And I don't snore all the time. I know that because when I get up really early in the morning to take my meds, you're asleep. So don't give me that trash talk, lady, I see you when you sleep." He booped her nose.
"If it's most definitely a challenge, then I'll challenge you back. I'm gonna stay as cocky as I want until you prove to me you're better."
Ava lifts her head and bites at his hand. “You should get one of those cheese wedge pillow things. It’s supposed to help with the snoring. No snoring, no smacking. You do snore all of the time! My sleep schedule has been thrown off ‘cause of you. I used to get up earlier than you when we didn’t share a room. Why? Because I didn’t have to deal with you sounding like a broken lawnmower,” She teases him, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Or I could play dirty and just make you beg for forgiveness but just cutting you off completely.” To be honest, she would never actually do that but he doesn’t need to know that.
"It's not my fault you can't sleep through snoring. If you wanna deal with it you can, but I'm not using anything special that would get in the way of snuggle time. Or that I'd have to put on my nose. That shit's annoying, I've tried it."
He snorted suddenly after her threat, shaking his head. "Ava, we don't have sex all the time. That wouldn't really do much. I feel like you enjoy it and need it a lot more than I do. Of course it is nice though. I don't live off of it like someone does." He poked her nose again.
“I’m a light sleeper! That’s not my fault either! The cheese wedge would help our snuggle time. We could cuddle on it together. I am all but begging you to try something.” She gives him a pleading look, though she’s still teasing. “That is not true in the least. I don’t need it at all. You’re just upset that we don’t have sex all of the time because our darling children always interrupt us. Hey, quit poking me, hedgehog.” Thats when she begins to try and squirm her way out from under him. “Let me up, you giant.” She laughs.
"No, I think the point of a cheese wedge is to help a partner not be able to hear the snoring," Cameron countered, raising his eyebrows and not really grinning anymore. He knew if he changed something about his sleep routine, he wouldn't be able to sleep for weeks until he got used to it. "Mhm, you don't need it. I enjoy it with you, but not as much as you do. I know you enjoy it so much more than me and that's that. And I will not stop and I will not get up."
“Fine, I’ll get some noise cancelling headphones.” Ava knows that they’re quickly crossing into argument territory and that’s something she’d like to avoid for now. Vacation is supposed to be about relaxing. They can fight about this later. “And how would you know that I enjoy it more? You aren’t inside of my head, love.” Squirming again, she huffs. Come on, Cam, get up. You’re crushing me.” She gives him another light shove, hoping that he’ll get off.
"Fine, fine, I'll get off." He decided not to mention anything else, just sat back on his hips with a soft huff. If he knew it bothered her so much, he would've done something before they went on vacation without the dogs. But he passed it out of his brain for now, trying his best to just ignore it. He was overreacting or whatever. Right?
“Thank you.” She hops off of the bed the second she retains her freedom. Feeling frustrated, she decides to just get ready for the day so they can both have a few minutes to cool off. She grabs some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom., closing and locking the door behind her. “Oh, there it is.” Spotting her phone on the bathroom counter, she picks it up. What greets her is far from pleasant. Hundreds of messages and missed phone calls light up the screen, each more angry than the last. It goes from Ava, to Tavi, to Octavia, to Octavia Penelope Lacerta. The last one means that she’s truly screwed. “Fuuuuck,” She groans, deciding that she needs to deal with this now.
He grunted, somewhat put off from his cheerful mood as he stretched for the room service phone. He dialed the number and ordered the strawberry kompot and some coffee, then some breakfast that he found attractive on the menu. He hung up the phone and took the chance to get dressed again, grabbing his phone and glancing at it. Nothing, unlike her. He sighed and tossed it away, plopping his dressed self down on the messy sheets again.
Ava shuffles through her toiletry bag before pulling out a small box all the while replying to the angry messages. Her father is pissed off, her brother is worried, her ‘grandpa’ is both pissed off and worried, and a couple of her favorite people from the Kosci are just wondering what the hell is going on. After sending off a couple of messages, she calmly and quickly reads the instructions that are on the back of the box. It’s time to end this bullshit so she can get on with her life. What she’ll never understand is why everyone thinks that she’s marrying Cameron because of some stupid baby that doesn’t exist. It’s like they don’t understand that she’s capable of leading a somewhat normal life. She has ever right to fall in love. Those assholes just need to hurt out.
This will only be the second time she’s taken a pregnancy test and it’s been years since the first time. Once she knows what she has to do, she takes the test. It’s about a three minute wait. While waiting for the results, she gets dressed and goes through her usual morning routine. The second the timer ends, she checks it. It’s negative which is what she had been expecting. This is merely a formality. She picks up the test and takes a photo of it and her middle finger before sending the photo to her father. This should get them off of her back for good. She snaps the test in half and flushes it down the toilet. Grabbing her pajamas, she exits the bathroom. Wrapped up in her relief of ending this once and for all, she accidentally leaves the pregnancy test box on the bathroom counter.
Cameron had picked up his phone again to text his sisters, only to realize it was probably really early or really late. He sighed and went to Pinterest, only to go off and look for snore relief things on the internet. Whatever would make her happy. Happy wife happy life, his father used to say before Cameron's mum passed away. He glanced over when she exited the bathroom and sat up, wanting to brush his teeth and get the taste out of his mouth of the alcohol. He turned off his phone before plopping it onto the nightstand and crossing the room to his bag, where he rummaged around for his bath things. He would take a shower later, but he wanted to have his things there. As he walked into the restroom and set his things up, a box that wasn't there before caught his eye. A pregnancy test? But we've been using protection like, all the times we've… He forgot about brushing his teeth and frowned. He didn't want to think of this in the wrong way, but what was the harm?
Ava grabs her small travel bag and sets it on the bed before searching through it. She finds a granola bar that she’s fairly certain is still good and starts to eat it. The headache is still lingering so getting some food and water in her system is a wise idea. Speaking of water…..She turns and heads towards the mini fridge, the granola bar still stuffed into her mouth. It only takes her a moment to snatch a water bottle and then she’s right back on the bed. While she refuels herself, she goes through her text messages, rolling her eyes at how overly dramatic her family is. She doesn’t answer them for a few hours and they all loose their damn minds. It’s kind of funny. The reaction she gets to the picture is just out she expected. Insulted and angry and upset. She finds great delight in reading what her father has to say. It’s mostly bullshit about being respectful.
Cameron set the box firmly back down and started brushing his teeth, promising himself he'd just ask her about it. He wouldn't start a fight unless she told him something was up. There had to be some kind of reason behind it. He spit out the toothpaste once he finished and swished out with some water, picking up the box and slipping out of the bathroom to her smiling down at her phone.
"Did you forget something in the bathroom?" He asked, his voice barely steady and emotionless as his face.
Ava shoots back a couple of replies, trying to keep her father calm. It’s hard not to call him out on being a drama queen, especially when he threatens to send someone to check on her. Luckily, she manages to avoid that and assure him that she’s fine. It’s not like she’s a grown ass woman who can take care of herself or anything. So absorbed in the family drama, she doesn’t look up from her phone when spoken to. “I don’t think so. Why? Did I leave my fuzzy socks in there or something?” She’s usually pretty good at cleaning up after herself.
"Ah, funny thing was that was rhetoric. I know you left something in the bathroom." He glared at her when she didn't look up from her phone, striding across the room and waggling the box of pregnancy tests he found in front of her so she'd actually pay attention to how pissed off he was. "I think this is a bit more than just fuzzy-fucking-socks. Can you please explain this to me, Ava?"
At this new tone, she finally looks up, wondering what the hell he’s so mad about. Her eyes goes wide and she nearly chokes on her granola bar when she sees the box. Well, she definitely fucked this up. “Cameron, calm down, it’s not what you think at all. You weren’t even supposed to see that.” It appears as though her absentmindedness is once again screwing her over. She pulls the picture up on her phone and shows it to him. “I was just proving a point, there’s no need to worry.”
"Mhm. I ordered breakfast." He dropped the box in her lap and crossed the room when there was a knock on the door, answering it and accepting the food and drinks, also tipping the person who brought it up and taking it in. He set the food down and poured himself a glass of kompot, not really that hungry anymore. And though it tasted unpleasant with his freshly brushed teeth, he needed something to distract and cheer him up.
She stares after him, honestly not sure what to think. “What the fuck was that?” She demands only a few moments after the person who brought the food has left. “Your first reaction to thinking I might be pregnant is anger? I’m with you on the no kids front but it takes two people to make a baby and reacting by being pissed off is stupid. You didn’t even know what was going on! Would it have killed you to just fucking ask me instead of being like that?”
Cameron ignored her and sat down in a chair, sighing. It wasn't his fault he was jumpy with the cheating thing. He knew– nay, he was he was fucking positive she would have talked to him before having a kid or asking to have unprotected sex, which they haven't, even last night after being drunk stupid. He was jumpy about cheating because of his other relationship. He didn't want to be ruined emotionally again because of it. He of course never told her why he got a divorce, so he couldn't blame her for being indignant.
Ava glares daggers at him, growing more annoyed and pissed off by the second. “What would’ve happened if that stupid test was positive, huh? Would you ignore me or get mad or just break things off?” She’s being a little unfair here but she’s too wound up to think twice. Hell, she doesn’t even know why she’s so damn pissed off about this. The silence just continues to aggravate her. “You know what? I don’t care.” She grabs her phone and her bag before exiting the room. Some fresh air and a walk is what she needs at the moment.