You were never a morning person, at least, not until you met her. Cosima Niehaus was a force to be reckoned with, regardless of the time of day. Mornings with her were filled with energy, her lust for life contagious. Still, nothing was better than lying in her arms in bed. You looked on as Cosima bustled in the kitchenette, wondering aloud whether she had the necessary ingredients for waffles or pancakes. You laughed warmly, and told to get back into bed, that breakfast could wait. She slowly turned on the spot, pretending to consider her options. You were anything but surprised however, when you felt her pull back the patterned duvet and fall into bed with you, draping an arm around your waist and snuggling close. "I'm so happy we have this back, us", you tell her softly. You can feel her smile against your neck and the vibrations as she gives her reply, "Me too".
They weren't the words that you most wanted to say, though. Those other words, you knew them all too well. They burned in every fibre of your being not just when she was near, but every time you thought of her. Cosima, je t'aime, je t'aime pour toujours. You never said it though, it was too soon. You were still only putting things back together again. It was a miracle that you'd been given this second chance, or was it your third, or fourth? That was all behind you now, but the guilt remained. You did all that you could to make it up to her, to win back her trust. Every chance that you were given. Every day. You didn't mind, though. You're so damn lucky, and you know it. Lucky to have her in your life, lucky to be in hers.
Cosima was an enigma, You'd never met anyone remotely like her, never imagined that anyone like her existed. She had it all, beauty, intelligence, a wicked sense of humour, an innate goodness, and a certain je ne sais quoi. Despite the obvious moral ambiguity concerning project LEDA and cloning, you couldn't help but be thankful for it, because it gave you Cosima. As you lay comfortably in bed, Cosima's warm body close as she held you, you couldn't help but think; thank god for science, but most of all, thank god for Cosima. Cosima propped herself up, her elbow on the pillow. "What are you thinking about?", she asked quietly as she tucked a stay strand of your golden hair behind your ear and laid a soft kiss on your neck. You waited a moment, basking in her touch, before relinquishing your answer in the form of a barely audible whisper; "You".