'Cause I never knew home
Until I found your hands
And when I'm weathered
You come to me, you're my best friend
No one could have - would have - guessed it. Five years down the road and the invitations came out. They lived in a small but homely apartment in New York City. It was another late night, and the television flickered in the living room while the comforting smells of lasagna coiled in the air and spread through the home, though the dish had since been wrapped and put in the refrigerator. A slight figure was lounging on the sofa, too tired to keep her eyes open at one in the morning, after an exhausting day with some clients at her new position at the firm. So tired she didn't hear the door open and click carefully shut, nor the soft footfalls and the sigh of content that came from smelling the dinner the other party had missed.
Beca made her way over to the kitchen, smiling softly at the array of bridal magazines (stacked neatly, but the ones undoubtedly deemed favorites fanned out in a display manner) and running her fingers over their faces. In a matter of weeks she'd be wed to a woman she'd never dreamed would fall in love with her. Or the other way around, she mused with a quiet chuckle, padding into the living room, leaving her sneakers behind in the kitchen, and kneeling down and planting a soft kiss on the blonde's forehead. "I'm sorry I'm late," she murmured as Aubrey blinked a couple of times, humming and stretching over the arm of the sofa she had fallen asleep on. "I'll try to get less nighttime shifts," she promised, drawing her lower lip through her teeth. She wasn't spinning like she'd dreamed she'd be after college, but instead worked at a popular radio station as a DJ. She had covered for someone, however, since her shift was usually in the mornings.
"S'okay, Becs, let's just go to bed," Aubrey slurred, groggily taking her fiancè's hand and making their way to the bedroom. Beca slipped out of her clothes and into a pair of boxers and a tank top quickly, slipping into bed next to Aubrey with an exhausted groan. The blond turned and kissed the brunette's nose with a small smile, cupping her weary face in her hands and leaving a lingering kiss on her lips. Beca grinned into the kiss, tugging Aubrey in by her hips and burying her face in the blonde's neck. "Though for your sake, you should definitely be home at night," she giggled taking in Beca's disheveled appearance. "You know, I'd never have pegged you as a morning person." She kissed the top of her fiancè's head and sighed contentedly. "Good night." Beca nodded against her neck, snuggling closer, and Aubrey could feel her lips curl into a tired smile as they both drifted asleep, tangled up in each other. Aubrey hoped, silently, it was to be an everyday-forever occurrence.
It was.