centeriuThree years ago/u/i/center
You felt a dip in your mattress, causing you to smile. "You're home early tonight." You whispered, turning around to face your girlfriend, your face immediately falling when you noticed what she had in her hands.
Carmilla shifted in the bed, "I know, I know you don't like cats, and you've told me a hundred times not to feed the one in our back alley, but look at him, isn't he cute?"
You look from Carmilla's face down to the cat's warily. You could feel your resistance wearing thin. It was late, and you were tired, and you had taken your daily allergy medicine, so you sighed in defeat. "Fine, but he sleeps on your side of the bed, and you're cleaning his litter box."
Carmilla grinned, letting the cat drop onto the bed, practically jumping on top of you, and planting a bunch of kisses all over your jaw and chin. "You're literally the best roommate turned girlfriend ever."
You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to her lips, and settled back into the mattress with her weight on top of you. "I can think of a way for you to thank me." You said, hands dragging down to grab at her ass.
"Laur, we can't while Camus is watching!"
"You seriously named him after that stuffy old philosopher?"
Carmilla sighed, sliding off of you, and scooped the black cat up into her arms. "Come on Camus, mommy wants some alone time tonight."
You shake your head in disbelief; you can't believe that you were planning to propose to this goof.
centeriuPresent Time/u/i/center
"My roommate?" Carmilla chuckled, "Why would I have a roommate? I live with my girlfriend."
If you heard Carmilla use the word girlfriend ever again, it would be too soon, but you bit your tongue.
LaFontaine looked at you, hoping there was a way to easily tell Carmilla the one thing that would break her all over again. She had loved this Ell, or she did love her. She loved her in the present because you didn't exist to her. You didn't surpass the knowledge of being her doctor.
You licked your lips nervously, hands fidgeting at your waist. "You and Ell broke up five years ago."
Carmilla froze, immediately falling into a fit of nervous laughter. Something you had noticed to be the only thing that kept her from crying. Clearly before she had even found Ell in bed with the barista she worked with, she had her suspicions, probably because it hadn't been the first time.
"Are you sure?" She asked you, her voice wavering.
You felt your heart beat heavily in your chest. Carmilla was iyour/i wife, but that didn't mean that there hadn't been a life before you, that Carmilla had loved before you. "I'm afraid so, you've spoken of it a few times."
"So I must trust you then." She whispered, her brow furrowing, her chin shaky. She looked scared.
You watch LaFontaine set Carmilla's clothes on the foot of the bed and leave the room. With one hand stuffed in your pocket, you reassured yourself with the weight of two rings beneath your fingertips. You swallowed at her words, feeling your gut clench. "Yes."