Dizzy Days and Drunken Nights
Part 1
Narrated by Fear
An Engagement Party
A loud, horrifying shriek rang in my ears in the middle of the night. It didn't scare me but I could tell that the owner of the shriek was terrified. I knew exactly who the owner was as well.
Naya Rivera.
Obviously I'd seen this all coming. I knew that as soon as Naya arrived home after having coffee with Heather that Sean was going to be there. But he wasn't really the source of the shriek. A dream, well rather a nightmare, was the source. So, technically he wasn't hitting her when she screamed, he was in her dream though. I know because I caused that dream. I know it sounds horrible but, I had to. It's kind of my job.
When Naya sprung up in bed, her hair was damp from sweat and her eyes wide and shining with tears of fear. She was breathing heavily and her hands gripped the sheets. She reached over and let her shaking hand switch on her bedside lamp. Sean groaned next to her and buried his head under his pillow while Naya's heavy breaths filled the room. She let the sheet that was wrapped around her chest fall, revealing her round breasts. She moved the sheets off of her and climbed out of bed, making her way to the en suite bathroom. There were goose bumps forming all over her naked body as she shut the bathroom door. She rested the palms of her hands on the sink and took deep breaths in and out. As soon as she'd calmed, she turned on the tap and splashed her face with cold water. Once she'd dried her face with a towel, she walked out of the bathroom and put on a sleeping shirt and a pair of boy shorts.
She stood at the foot of the bed with her arms wrapped around her chest, watching Sean's bare back rise and fall. She sighed and made her way downstairs, switching on the lights in the kitchen. She opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before leaning against the counter and sighing.
"Fuck, Naya." she mumbled to herself, twisting open the bottle of water and taking a sip. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. A frown overtook Naya's face and she placed her bottle of water on the kitchen counter. I knew who it was.
Are you ready for that kiss?
Naya pulled open the recently unlocked door and let a small gasp escape her lips.
"I know it's late," the blonde began, "but I couldn't sleep."
"Sean's here." Naya informed the blonde.
"I know," Heather nodded, "but I'm not here to sleep." Naya frowned and watched as Heather stepped forward and cupped her face, "I've been thinking about this all day and I can't sleep unless I get it over with."
"What are you- -?"
And there it was. The kiss.
Heather's lips came searing forward, smashing into Naya's. The stunned brunette couldn't help but wrap her arms around Heather's waist. Their tongues immediately began battling for dominance as Heather pushed Naya up against the wall, leaving the front door wide open, the fresh air slamming against their bare arms. Heather's gentle hands left Naya's face and lifted the brunette's legs, a sigh escaping her desperate lips as tan legs wrapped around her waist. Heather's hands ran up and down Naya's outer thighs while the brunette's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Heather's feelings were overflowing as they kissed, causing soft moans to escape her lips.
It's true that the desperate noises coming from Heather couldn't have been more desperate. She was trying her best not to claw at Naya's clothes and ravage her right then and there. It's also true that Naya was halfway to orgasm and it started out as just a kiss.
"I gotta go." Heather whispered, pulling out of the kiss and trying to slow her breathing as Naya pecked her lower lip over and over, "It's late and this is gonna end up under the coffee table or on your kitchen counter. And that'd be great if your fiancé wasn't sleeping upstairs."
"Why'd you kiss me?" Naya asked, leaning her head against the wall, her hands still tangled in Heather's long, blonde hair, "Why'd you have to make this so much more complicated?"
"You really wanna know?" Heather asked, letting go of Naya's legs and resting their foreheads together.
"Yeah. Tell me." Naya said, closing her eyes as she felt Heather's soft puffs of breath hit her face.
"Because I love you."
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Saturday - An Engagement Party
Everything was perfect. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. All was according to plan for Naya. When I got to the party she was still helping Lea set up outside. In the backyard. I got there early.
I got there in the form of Sean.
I knew I came as the right person when Naya turned around and caught sight of Sean. I watched as her eyes widened and she forced a smile, easing out the fear inside. Her heart began beating rapidly when she saw him and it wasn't because he got her going if you know what I mean. It was because he scared her. She was slowly starting to realize that he wasn't good for her but she refused to accept it. And why?
Stubborness.
"Sean!" squealed Lea, putting down the glass in her hand and running to hug him. In the back of Naya's mind she was rolling her eyes. That made me smile. While Lea was squeezing Sean half to death (personally, I wish she'd finished the job) Naya was making sure all the champagne glasses were perfectly set and clean, "How are you?!"
"I'm good, Lea. Thanks. You?" Sean asked, letting go of Lea and making his way toward Naya while Lea followed.
"I'm good." Lea answered as Sean grabbed Naya's arm and turned her around to hug him, "Nay, do you want me to go help Kevin get the microphones and speakers set up?"
"Uh, yeah, please." Naya answered, "And call Dianna and ask her what time she's getting here. She said she might be late." Lea nodded and made her way inside the house while Sean forcefully took Naya's chin in his hand and pulled her face toward his, roughly kissing her already done up lips. She forced her eyes shut and kissed him back. All the while wishing it would end.
I never understood why such a strong woman could behave so weak in the face of fear. Why just because there was a shiny rock on her finger she had to pretend as though she was happy and that the shiny rock on her finger was all she needed to do so. But I knew something she didn't at the time.
Her fate. Her destiny.
Yes, I know I'm fear and I'm supposed to be evil and horrible but if I'm not throwing a clown or a snake in someones face every now and then for a good laugh then I'm trying to get people to notice that their greatest fear may not be a clown or a snake. Their greatest fear may not be something but rather someone. It would be an easy job if people weren't so stubborn. Especially the women. No offense.
After a few hours passed, everything was set up and people had already started arriving. Sean's family was already there and Naya was speaking to her sister. Unfortunately her brother couldn't make it. To this day I still do not know why. In fact, everyone who said they'd be there had already arrived. All except one. The one person Naya was looking forward to seeing.
"God, I can't believe how huge this ring is." Nickayla Rivera, Naya's younger sister, was saying as she held her sister's hand while admiring the ring, "I have to say, as much as I friggen' hate Sean, the man's got taste."
At least one of them has their head screwed on straight. Nickayla has never liked Sean. She's always said that he's not good enough for her sister and that there's something slimy and creepy about him. I 100% agree.
"Nick," Naya started, placing her glass of champagne down and sighing, "I'm marrying him. Soon too. You're just gonna have to deal with the fact that I love him and this wedding is happening."
"You don't have to try so hard to convince me that you're gonna marry him." Nickayla said, "This is your engagement party, is it not?" Naya rolled her eyes and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Right over that barely covered cut. Nickayla's eyes fixated themselves on that cut and her jaw absentmindedly clenched, "Heather coming tonight? Or did she do that to your lip?" Nickayla knew exactly who did it but now she was playing games.
Naya's eyes focused on Nickayla's as she tried to get through to her sister. Nickayla was just as stubborn as Naya. The only real difference was that when Nickayla looked me in the face, she kicked me in the groin instead of cowering away.
"Don't. Start." Naya warned as Nickayla folded her arms, "I don't even want to hear a single word about this cut. I fell down the stairs and we're gonna let that be the end of it. This is my engagement party and I don't want any crap."
"So is Heather coming then? Or was she the one to push you down the stairs?" Nickayla asked, completely ignoring Naya's request to keep things about her lip quiet. Naya clenched her jaw and picked up her glass of untouched champagne, downing it all in one go. Nickayla smiled and nodded, "Looking forward to seeing her."
A few minutes later and there was a knock on the door. Nickayla was the first to hear it since she'd been in the kitchen grabbing another bottle of champagne. She placed the bottle down on the counter and walked toward the door, opening it up and letting a huge smile grace her face.
"HeMo!" she squealed, throwing her arms around Heather's neck who, in return, wrapped her free arm around the brunette's waist and squeezed.
"Hey, Nick." she said with a smile, "God, long time no see, huh?"
"You're telling me." Nickayla said, pulling out of the hug and stepping aside to let Heather in, "I've missed you so much I was starting to think up a plan to get Sean to have plastic surgery so he could look like you." she said, closing the door and leading Heather to the kitchen, "He'd be way hotter if he looked like you anyways." Heather smiled and put down the bottle of red wine she'd had in her hand.
"Yeah, well, I don't think Naya would appreciate that, so..." she said, leaning against the counter and watching Nickayla refill a few bowls with potato chips.
"Have you seen that cut on her lip?" Nickayla asked, glancing up at Heather while opening another bag of chips, "It's effing huge. I mean, she tried to cover it up with make-up but I don't think any amount of make-up could cover that up."
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- She's never said the word 'fuck'.
"Yeah, I saw it. And then she gave me some ridiculous story about how she fell down the stairs." Heather said, smiling when Nickayla laughed.
"I got the same story." she said, "I think she really might go through with this wedding."
"I hope she doesn't." Heather said, "I really don't think I'd- -"
"HeMo's in the house, you better watch yo mouth!" Kevin hollered as he walked into the kitchen, interrupting Heather and bringing her into a hug.
"Hey, Kev." she said, hugging him back before pulling out of it and smiling at him.
"Hey! How you been?" he asked, reaching over and taking a potato chip out of a bowl and putting it in his mouth.
"Kevin, you know how I've been, I saw you on Monday." Heather said with a small chuckle. Kevin smiled and patted her back.
"Well, you still look hot. If you ladies will excuse me, I gotta go empty the tank." he said before walking out of the kitchen and out of sight. Heather smiled and shook her head, looking back at Nickayla who was frowning as if she'd just encountered an elephant on a unicycle.
That's when Naya walked in. And also when Nickayla walked out with the champagne and chips. Leaving Heather and Naya alone in the kitchen.
"Hey," Naya started with a soft smile, "you came."
"Of course I did." Heather said, "I, uh, I got you this." she said, gesturing to the wine, "It's Lambrusco. You're favorite."
"Thanks." Naya replied, "We got drunk many nights on this stuff. And all of those nights resulted in us naked and sweaty in my bed."
"Why do you think I got it?" Heather asked.
Come on. You can't say that wasn't smooth.
Naya smiled and shook her head, focusing on her hands and the label on the bottle. She had a long intake of breath before raising her gaze and staring at the refrigerator in front of her, her eyes catching a picture of herself and Heather in their pajamas with popcorn all over them. She smiled wider and looked at the blonde.
"Well," she said, "then I guess this'll have to stay closed. Until I get a divorce, you know."
"If you're so sure you're gonna get a divorce then maybe you shouldn't get married." Heather said, "It'll just be a waste of time. Time that you could've spent with me... Getting naked and sweaty in your bed."
Heather was closer now, her nose resting an inch away from Naya's rosey cheek as her fingers made soft circles on Naya's back. She then slowly inched forward and let her lips press a lingering kiss to Naya's cheek as blue and brown eyes fluttered shut. As soon as Heather's lips left Naya's cheek, Kevin walked back into the kitchen.
"Come on, guys, karaoke time!" he said, patting Naya's back as he ran back outside. Heather's hand left Naya's back and she looked at the brunette's cheek, gently using her thumb to wipe away the lip-gloss mark her lips had made.
"I'm not giving up, you know?" Heather whispered, "If you wanna play hard-to-get then I'll play along." Naya opened her eyes and wet her lips with her tongue, "This wedding is a mistake and... I just don't understand why you can't see that."
"It's not a mistake." Naya said.
"Oh, yeah?" Heather said, "Then why are you in here with me instead of out there with your abusive fiancé?"
"He's not abusive. I fell."
"Yeah, sure." Heather said in disbelief, "But even if you really do fall in the future... He's always gonna be the one to push you." Naya's breath caught in her throat at Heather's strong words, "You really need to stop making excuses for him. You're turning a blind eye to what's going on here and it's not healthy. He's hurting you and you do not deserve that. You deserve someone who'll love you. Someone who would never lay a hurtful hand on you. He's not it."
"He's good for me." Naya said after a while, "You can think what you want but he'd never... Hurt me."
"Look at me." Heather said gently, using her soft hand to direct Naya's face toward hers. She looked deeply into Naya's eyes and shook her head, "Where'd you go, baby? Where'd my Naya go?"
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"...and finally I'd just like to say that, I believe with all my heart that Naya and Sean will live a happy life together. Forever and ever." said a drunk Lea as she stood on the small set up stage with the microphone. Everyone but Heather, Naya and Nickayla was laughing. I know why too.
All three of them disagreed with the tiny brunette.
"And you'll have beautiful caramel babies..."
"Okay, thanks Lea, that's enough." Dianna said, butting in and taking the microphone from Lea before helping her off the stage. Nickayla shared a look with Heather who was close to letting a hurt tear slip. She managed to blink it away. Nickayla saw and made her way over to the blonde, touching her arm and leaning forward to whisper in the blonde's ear.
"She's drunk. She has no idea what she's saying." Nickayla whispered, "I know you still love Naya and I also know she still loves you. She's just pretending to love him because she thinks that's what's right." That's when the two of them made eye contact, "Hang in there. Everything happens for a reason."
"Yeah, I know." Heather said, "It's just so hard," the blonde only just got those words out before continuing, "seeing her with him. Seeing her hurting like she is. It's so hard not being able to see her. Naya. Because that's not Naya. That's... fear."
Heather's blue eyes watched as Naya forced a smile while she spoke to Sean's mother. Sean's hand was holding her hip, squeezing it hard while pulling her closer to him. For Heather, seeing that was enough to make her act out. And then it happened. Suddenly everything was in slow motion. A glass smashed against the floor causing the golden liquid inside of it to splash out. Hands were shaking and a sheen of sweat covered a forehead as a body began to rock from side to side. Heavy breaths were taken in as Heather tried to stop her head from spinning. Everyone was looking at her and Nickayla was trying to figure out what was happening. Naya's eyes were wide and she was already halfway toward the now collapsing Heather.
"Shit! Heather!" Naya said, putting her glass of champagne down and moving swiftly and quickly toward the blonde. She knelt down next to the unconscious Heather and looked at the blonde's pale face while feeling her pulse, "Crap, her heart's beating really fast. Nickayla call 911. She might've had a heart attack."
Nickayla nodded and hurried to call the ambulance while Naya's hand slipped underneath Heather's head and rested it on her lap as she sat cross-legged on the floor, too scared to move the blonde in case she'd broken something from her fall. She looked down with worried eyes at the blonde's face, gulping softly as she noticed the lone tear drifting down the pale cheek.
"Naya, they're on their way. They said not to move her incase- -"
"- -she broke something. I know." Naya said, running her hands through Heather's blonde hair.
"Why can't you just put her on the couch? She only fainted, it's not like it's a big deal or anything." Sean said, fixing his cap before tucking his hands into his pocket. Naya's jaw clenched.
"She's my best friend, Sean. It is a big deal." Naya said, "I'm not going to move her. I don't want to cause anymore damage. End of story."
"Naya, just move her." Sean argued.
"I said end of fucking story." Naya snapped, eyes cold and firm as she turned her head to look at Sean. They stared at each other for a while and I was honestly quite proud that she'd fought me off for those few minutes. I learned something about her then.
When it comes to Heather's safety, Naya doesn't play games.
She refocused her gaze on Heather and her eyes became warm and soft. Dianna watched as Naya's brown eyes struggled to fight away the tears that were forcing themselves through. No one but Nickayla knew about Naya and Heather's history. And Nickayla only knew because she walked in on them during sex. I mean, that can get a person suspicious.
"Oh, my god." Dianna mumbled to herself causing Nickayla's head to turn toward her. The blonde then looked at Nickayla and her eyebrow raised, "Is what I'm thinking right?" she whispered. Nickayla smiled and shrugged. That's when the ambulance came rushing outside with a stretcher.
"Who let them in?" Nickayla asked, "Did I let them in?"
"Kevin did." Dianna answered, watching as Kevin came out of the house behind the ambulance. They then proceeded to carefully lift Heather, still unconscious, and place her on the stretcher. Naya blinked away her tears and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the blonde's forehead.
"Di, please go in the ambulance with her. I'll meet you there." Naya said, looking at Dianna who was now just as suspicious as Nickayla was a year ago. The blonde still nodded and rode in the ambulance with Heather.
While Heather was in the hospital and the doctors had taken over, Naya was saying goodbye to all the guests and apologizing for what had happened followed by an 'She's my best friend. I have to make sure she's okay.'
Once everyone had left and the only people left in Naya's house was the owner, Naya, and Sean, an obviously oncoming argument showed it's ugly head. Loud voices were competing for dominance as glasses were thrown and smashed against the wall. In this sort of situation, Naya would usually be scared of Sean but at times like this, I had to help out. So, instead of causing her fear of Sean, I caused her fear for Heather. Fear that Heather wasn't going to be okay. Obviously she was otherwise this story would not be being told but Naya needed some kind of motivation to do what she did.
"I can't believe you fuckin' spoke to me like that!" Sean yelled, slamming the fridge door shut after taking out a beer, "How fuckin' dare you, woman?! Say you're fuckin' sorry!"
Truthfully I thought the way he spoke was funny but this situation was anything but funny.
"I'm not gonna apologize, Sean." Naya said, "You know how important she is to me and as my fiancé you should respect that instead of being an asshole." Sean's face became angry and there was that look of contempt again. He lifted the unopened beer and slammed the glass bottle against the kitchen counter. Naya flinched but didn't back down, resting the palms of her hands against the counter, staring Sean down as he angrily snarled at her, "I'm going to go to the hospital to make sure Heather's okay and when I get back this kitchen better be spotless."
"You don't tell me what to do!" Sean roared, as he moved away from the counter and grabbed Naya by her wrist, yanking her toward the wall and pressing her up against it, holding his forearm on her neck. She was struggling to breathe and the thought that Heather was hurt and in hospital was killing her. And that thought, that fear, is what caused her to do this.
"Get off me." she demanded. And when he didn't back down, her knee came up as hard and fast as possible, hitting him square in the groin causing him to back away and hold his crotch. She took total advantage of that as well. She brought her hand up and slapped him across the face as hard as she could, earning her a red hand and a knocked out fiancé. She clenched her jaw and moved toward the front door, yanking her purse off the dining room table and her carkeys off the square table by the door.
As soon as she was in her car and driving toward the hospital, the tears began to fall. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as her cheeks became damp with sad and hurt tears. She drove as fast as she could, feeling her tears roll down her cheeks and hit her neck and her chest. Once she'd parked at the hospital, she shut off her car and banged her hands against the steering wheel five solid times before gripping it roughly and shaking it with anger.
"You're so fucking stupid!" she screamed before shrieking and letting go, breathing heavily as she wiped all of her tears away and opened the glove compartment, taking out a tissue and wiping her neck and chest. She then slammed the glove compartment shut and sat back, thanking god she wore waterproof mascara. After a few short moments Naya sniffed hard and got out of the car, slamming the door shut with her large purse on her shoulder and locking the car. She jogged into the hospital, heels and all, and made her way to a nurse, "Hi, um, I'm looking for Heather Morris. She got brought in by the ambulance."
"Oh! Yes, I helped get her to a room. She's in room A12." the nurse said with a smile. Naya nodded and smiled.
"Thank you." she said before making her way toward Heather's room, peaking through the window in the door before opening it up and walking inside, gaining Dianna's attention. The smaller blonde smiled softly and stood quietly, careful not to wake Heather, "Hey." Naya whispered, eyes focused on Heather.
"Hi," Dianna said, "I know you wanna find out what happened but she's been really restless. Let's go outside. She needs to sleep." Naya nodded and the two of them walked outside the room, "Okay, uh, she had a panic attack due to anxiety. Apparently she also has minor panic disorder. She's perfectly fine now and her heart's okay, so you don't need to stress anymore."
"Okay," Naya said before letting out a relieved breath, "thank god."
"So, before we go back in there do you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on between you two?" Dianna suggested, arms now folded and a perfectly framed eyebrow raised.
"What? There's nothing going on between us." Naya argued.
"Sure. Did you two have sex or something? Did you cheat on Sean with Heather?"
"No!" Naya said, "I cheated on Heather with Sean." Dianna's eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.
"We were sleeping together a year ago and we had been since mid season one of Glee." Naya admitted, "We fell in love. Then I fucked Sean and Heather had a pregnancy scare and a few months later, here we are."
"Jesus, Rivera!" Dianna said, "Why didn't you tell me?! You and Heather were sleeping together for that long and you kept it a secret? Are you kidding? Why?!"
"Because she was with Taylor and neither of us were ready. Finally hers and Taylor's relationship got to me so badly that I found Sean and fucked him. I was just trying to make Heather jealous but it didn't work out." Naya said shamefully, "And I know you're gonna tell me that Sean and I are a mistake but I don't wanna fucking hear it. I'm marrying him and that's that."
"I don't care if you don't wanna hear it, Naya. You and Sean are a mistake." Dianna said, "I can't believe you and Heather slept together. I mean, I'll be honest, I always thought you two would be cute together but then you and Sean got together and I thought you were happy so, I got over it. Now that I know you're in love with Heather- -"
"Was in love with her."
"...As I was saying, now that I know you are in love with Heather, you need to take your head out of your ass and fix this fucked up situation." Dianna said, "Everyone was talking about that cut on your lip tonight and don't even try and convince me that you fell because falling bruises your lip, it doesn't split it in half." Naya rolled her eyes and sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair, "He's hurting you Naya. Physically and emotionally. Wake up and fix it. Because you and I both fucking know that Heather would never fuck you up like that. She'd never purposely hurt you like that. And now she's in there, just had a panic attack, because she was worried about you." There was a long moment of silence and Naya licked her lips, "Naya, don't do something you'll regret." And then, in a soft, calm, warning whisper, "Don't marry him."
"I'm gonna go sit with Heather." Naya said with a sigh, "Looks like I've got some thinking to do." That earned the brunette a smile from Dianna, "But try and stay out of it."
"Yeah. Okay. I'll see you next weekend." Dianna said, "We're going to lunch."
"Okay," Naya said, leaning forward and bringing Dianna into a hug, "thanks for staying with Heather until I got here. I appreciate you." They pulled out of the hug and looked at each other, "And I love you."
"Love you too." Dianna said, "Don't be stupid."
"Bitch." Naya mumbled jokingly as she walked into the hospital room, smiling as Dianna left. She quietly closed the door and exhaled a breath before moving toward the seat next to the bed and hanging her purse on it before sitting down and taking Heather's hand, "Okay," she started, looking at the blonde peacefully sleeping, "I guess we need to talk. What happened tonight can't happen again. It won't happen again because I won't let it. I'm sorry that you had a panic attack because I'm stubborn but you have to understand that I can't leave him right now." There was silence as Heather's chest raised and fell perfectly with each inhale and exhale of breath, "I know that's hard for you and it's hard for me too. I can't leave him for my own reasons but the point is that I can't do it. Not now. You also need to know that this is all really confusing for me and I guess I now know what it was like for you when Taylor was still in the picture. But now you know what it was like for me when Taylor was still in the picture. He made me jealous and angry and all I wanted was for him to just disappear so we could be together. And yeah, I still love you. And I know that what's happening with Sean is wrong but it'll hurt my pride if I admit that I let a guy push me around." Naya was staring straight in front of her, not noticing blue eyes open and look at her, "I'm so sorry. I know I'm being frustrating but I need time to think and figure things out. After our kiss a few nights ago I've been having flashbacks of when we used to be up all night... Making love until the sun came up and... You were always so gentle with me. So soft and loving and everytime we made love to each other I felt like I'd finally found it. You. My forever... Jealousy is just a horrible thing. It got in the way of that completely and I fought all of my feelings for you away and I'm so sorry. They're all still there. All those feelings are still there." A tear slipped Naya's eye and she closed them, "I've never loved anyone more than I love you. And I don't think I ever will."
Heather had a tear falling down her cheek and she carefully raised her other hand to wipe it away before closing her eyes. There was more silence and Naya exhaled a shaky breath as her eyes opened. She used her free hand to wipe away her tears and sniffled a little before looking at Heather. The blonde's eyes were closed and she was pretending to be asleep. Which is why Naya did what she did. She leaned over and captured Heather's top lip with her own, exhaling heavily against the blonde's mouth as she tenderly and lovingly kissed her. After a while she pulled away, moving a stray strand of Heather's hair out of her face before pecking her nose.
"I'm gonna fix this. Just give me time." Naya whispered, nudging Heather's nose with her own, "And you're not fooling me by pretending to be asleep. I know you heard everything." Heather's lips broke into a smile and her bright blue eyes opened.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." Heather sang softly as Naya's legs brought themselves onto the bed and she relaxed herself on top of Heather, gently pressing the tips of their noses together.
"I'm not going anywhere."
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