Hi everybody! This is my 6th fan fic and my very first Emmerdale fic! Whoooooo! First, I'd like to point out that I live in America, which means I can't watch Emmerdale anywhere. I recently found Jasmine and Debbie's scenes so I know their storylines up until Jas is put in jail. From then on, I haven't seen the show, as previously stated before, it doesn't air in America (to my knowledge). Most of this story will be made up, but I will do my research so that things will stay somewhat correct. For example, Sarah has fanconi anemia and little Jack is born, etc. On with the story! Please follow/favorite and review if you like :] Oh, also, in this fic, Debbie's hair is still bleach-blonde, not her natural color.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Emmerdale or any of its characters.

Tomorrow. The day I fear the most. Yet.. It's also the day I'm looking forward to the most.

Why do I fear it? So many things could happen. So many things could go wrong.

But why am I looking forward to it, you ask? Tomorrow is the day I've been waiting four years for.

It started eight years ago. This girl moved into town, and boy, did I hate her. We fought a lot.. Until we realized it was ridiculous, and became best friends. We still bickered, but to the normal extent.

Eventually, I tried to get back at my dad and kissed her. It was meant to be a one-off thing. But we both knew it was right. We started a relationship, but it ended after she cheated on me with my own dad.

Eventually, things got back to normal, and we were friends for years after.

Then, however.. She became a journalist, which lead her to befriend Sh- nope. I can't even say his name. She dated him for the evidence he could give her. Eventually.. things got really out of hand.

To say the least: He's dead.

She's serving time, now; four years' worth. That is, until tomorrow.

The first time in a long while that I'll get to see her again. The love of my life. Well, one of them.

Another comes racing down the stairs and snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Mum! Mum! Guess what!" she yells.

"What is it sweetie?" I reply.

"Daddy told me to tell you that Jacky finally fell asleep." She says.

I breathe a sigh of relief and throw my head back onto a pillow, then lift it again and smile at her.

"Thank you, luv."

"What's wrong, mummy?" she says adorably.

"Nothing, sweetie. I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"A lot of things, baby. But it's way past your bed time!" I say, tickling her.

She squirms and giggles and eventually, I stop the play.

"Alrighty, off to bed, you." She stands up from her seat on the couch and kisses my cheek. I return the favor.

"Goodnight mum." She says, sounding tired.

"Goodnight, Sarah."

She runs off and says goodnight to Andy, who is walking down the stairs at the same time she is running up.

"Boy, what a little ball of energy for someone with her condition!" Andy laughs.

If you're confused, which you might be, I'll explain.

Andy is a good friend of mine.. Sort of. Before I met the girl, I was dating him. We broke it off when he found out that Sarah was on the way.

Sarah was born and all sorts of complicated things happened, which I won't get into because it's far too much to describe, but to sum it up.. I gave her away – a few times, actually- but now she's back with me.

A few years ago, we found out that Sarah has a disease called Fanconi Anemia. She was in a pre-leukemia state, and was going to get a transplant until the donor backed out.

Nobody else was a match, so Andy and I took things into our own hands. That's where Jack comes in.

He's what we call a 'Savior Sibling.' We love him just as much as we love Sarah, don't get me wrong. He just was born to help save her from her disease. She'll have it forever, but she won't be near-death.

Hope that clears things up.

"I know. Sometimes it's the cutest thing but, ugh, sometimes she makes me tired just looking at her!" I laugh as well.

"Right?" He says.

I can't help but fidget my hands. This whole situation is nerve-wracking.

"Debs?"

"What?" I snap. "Sorry.. Sorry, I just dozed off for a second."

"Don't worry about it. Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, it's all fine."

I look out the window at the falling snow. It's nearly Christmastime. One of my favorite times of the year.

"Is this about tomorrow?"

"Of course it's about tomorrow." I say softly.

"Listen," he says, lightly turning my head to face him. "You don't need to be nervous. Everything is going to be alright. What is there to go wrong?"

"I- I don't know. She could be completely different after being in there for so long."

"I know she was your best friend and everything but-" He starts, but I cut him off.

"No, she's much more than that."

"Still, you have to realize that people change. No matter what, people are going to change. That's how life works."

"You're right. I.. ah. I don't know."

"You don't know what?"

"I just don't know." I admit.

"Okay. Well listen, it's going to be a big day for you tomorrow. You need to get some rest."

"I'll go up in a minute." I say.

He gets up from his spot on the couch next to me and walks up the stairs, bidding me a good night as he goes.

I wrap my arms around my body and curl up into a ball on the couch.

The fire is going and it's still snowing outside. The lights are off, creating the most relaxing environment.

It's going to be so different seeing her tomorrow. So much has changed. So much. I'm a different person. My hair color has changed. I've grown. I've aged. I've got one more kid than the last time I saw her.

The warmth of the fire and my warm sweater mixed with the cozy environment put me in a sleepy state, and I fall asleep, right there, on the couch.