Author Note: Thanks so much for the reviews guys! Okay so I managed to update one more time before London calls...this chapter was soooo fun to write, it really was.

I hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Skins, but I did write this story.

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A drum was beating inside her head, thumping around, hitting the inside of her skull as she opened her eyes. Naomi glanced around the room, noticing the empty space beside her, that Emily had vacated. She pulled herself out of the bed, slipped on a dressing gown and wandered into the bathroom in the hope of finding her fiancée curled up with her love rival. But she wasn't there. It was a relief really, knowing that Emily wasn't going through hours in front of the toilet yet again. As she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, she heard two voices; one the most familiar sound in the world, the other similar but less familiar. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the moment she came face to face with Emily's twin again. She'd managed to avoid her for weeks, leaving the house just before she arrived, or waiting in her car until the petit girl left. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Katie, but she was scared of how she would react to her presence. After their argument things were tense and she feared another disagreement.

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"Morning sleepy head," Emily smiled, sipping a hot drink.

"Kettle's boiled," Katie muttered, pushing a coffee filled mug towards her. Naomi smiled a thank you as she accepted the small gesture.

"Not cheating on me today?" Naomi grinned over the edge of her cup.

Katie's expression was enough to make Naomi want to scream out laughter, her wide eyes and shocked expression at the idea of Emily cheating. Naomi bit her lip to stop herself from smiling as Emily explained about the toilet bowl to her sister.

"I went to the doctors this morning," Emily sighed, pausing as Naomi processed the information.

"Why didn't you wake me? I would have come,"

"There was no need," Katie informed her, "I took her, we needed to sort out the sickness,"

"What was there to sort out?" Naomi snapped, "Most women have morning sickness,"

Silence filled the void, tension building as Emily shifted her footing. She wanted to tell Naomi about her visit, but she was worried about her reaction, she already seemed on edge.

"I, err," she began, "Katie found out about some anti-nausea medication and she made an appointment,"

"But it's normal to get sick," Naomi defended, frowning in confusion.

Emily paused, "They prescribed some pills."

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Betrayal draped itself across Naomi's face. She'd expected it to happen, worried that Naomi wouldn't like what was going on. They hadn't talked about it, but by the way Naomi had tiptoed around, Emily knew that she was still unhappy about Katie's constant presence. It was difficult to handle, being in the middle of the two girls she loved most. How could she take sides?

"I could have taken you," Naomi muttered, looking hurt, her voice delicate.

The pain in her head was throbbing, hitting the back of her eye as she placed her coffee mug on the counter. It hurt to think, to focus on the conversation in front of her. She didn't want Katie there, she didn't want to share Emily. All of the feelings she'd bottled up were travelling on tears into the back of her throat, into her eyes as she took deep breaths to calm herself.

"It's fine, I sorted it out," Katie muttered, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

There was another silence, Emily watched her sister's smug expression, staring at Naomi who looked worse for ware. She lifted a hand to her fiancées shoulder as she spotted the glazed look in her eyes.

"Naomi?"

But she just ignored Emily, "Get out," she snapped, staring at Katie.

"What?"

"Get out Katie, just fucking leave us alone, for one day can we have some fucking peace?!"

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The words hit her like a brick wall, she'd not expected them, sure they could argue but it was all about how much they cared for Emily. It was innocent arguing over the person they shared. She was shocked by the tone of Naomi's voice, by the anger that was building as she continued to shout at her.

"We don't fucking want you coming here every day and fussing over Emily, she's an adult not a fucking child,"

It hurt. Katie didn't want to admit it, but she felt hurt by Naomi's words. She knew she was struggling to accept everything that was happening, but did she have to be so blunt? Emily looked from her sister to her fiancée and back again, tension in the air as Katie muttered a goodbye and pushed past Naomi.

"What was that?" Emily asked, frowning, confused.

"Don't start," Naomi sighed, clutching her forehead as the pain intensified. She couldn't stand it, it was too much. She'd gone too far, she knew she shouldn't have said what she did, but she felt lousy and her head was throbbing out of control.

"Don't tell me not to start, you just upset Katie and for what? You're jealous of the way she's fussing over me?"

"No," Naomi sighed,

"Then what? What the fuck is wrong with you? I am carrying her child, does that mean nothing?"

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Emily spat out her words, feeling angry that Naomi couldn't seem to be civil to her sister. It was wrong, it was unfair. But then Emily noticed the look in Naomi's eyes, the tears forming and the weak expression.

"You don't fucking understand," Naomi sighed, "Just don't, please."

"Why not?" Emily asked, ignoring her sympathetic thoughts.

"'Cause I have a fucking migraine and I can't deal with an argument right now."

She clutched the kitchen counter, taking deep breaths as she focused on something other than the pain in her head. She didn't want to argue, she didn't want to fight with Emily, not now, not ever. But Emily didn't seem to let up.

"No Naomi, you obviously have a lot of things on your mind, so just fucking say them,"

"Fine," Naomi sighed, biting her lip so hard she drew blood, "I am sick of that bitch, your sister coming around her every single fucking day, when do we get a time for us, eh? When do we get to live our lives while you're off being their saviour?"

"It's not every day,"

"It's as good as, it's a fucking joke, does she even have a job anymore because if she does she needs someone to sack her because she's never there,"

"Naomi," Emily tried, but Naomi just shook her head.

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Neither of them spoke, a tension filled silence landed between them. Emily was sick of Naomi bad-mouthing her sister, calling her names, treating her like she didn't matter.

"This isn't even about Katie, is it? It's about you," she knew she was moving too close to the edge, but she couldn't stop herself, "It's about poor little Naomi, left out, not included in all the decisions, well newsflash Naomi, the world doesn't revolve around you,"

"I do know that, I'm not fucking stupid,"

"Really?" Emily laughed, "You sure fooled me. You act like none of this matters, then you get pissed off at Katie for actually caring about ME, she's concerned for ME,"

"No she's not," Naomi muttered "She's concerned for the baby, you're just the thing that's carrying it,"

Before she realised what she was doing, Emily's hand had moved up and across the face of her fiancée. It felt right, it felt like the correct thing to do; until it was over. She felt regret as Naomi's eyes filled with tears, her cheek red with a hand print.

"You did not just fucking do that," Naomi gritted her teeth, "I can't do this anymore Emily, I need a break,"

"Do what? Watch me give up nine months of my life to help out my sister?" she hadn't learnt her lesson, anger was building again inside of her chest, "You talk about caring about people? Which part of you wanting to have a baby with a man is you caring about me? Which part of you fucking off to your mum's every time something happens is you caring about me? Talk about selfish, look in the mirror."

The throbbing was increasing, shifting to the side of her face, thumping inside of her ear at twice the previous speed. There was a deathly silence. A silence that despite creating a void between them, was strangely comfortable. Naomi pulled herself away from the kitchen counter, reaching out for the door as she stumbled her way through the house to pack a bag.

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Emily watched as Naomi carried a hold-all towards the front door. It had happened before, but this time there was something different about the situation. Tears formed in her eyes as she wondered if it would be the last time they fought. She didn't want that. She didn't want their relationship to be over. They'd been through too much to throw it all away.

"I'll be at mum's," Naomi muttered, the words strangely familiar as Emily remembered the last time Naomi had taken a break.

It would have been so easy to tell her to stay, to beg her to try again. Emily wanted to tell Naomi that she loved her, that she desperately wanted to marry her and that their whole lives were meant to be intertwined. But those words didn't form, they didn't even gather in her thoughts. As Naomi opened the door and walked down the path, Emily felt a final burst of anger erupt inside as Naomi glanced back at her with some sense of hope.

Emily's lips pursed, the words rolling off her tongue too easily, "Go on then, fuck off back to your mummy!"

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Author Note: Did you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing? I'm thinking maybe not so much? But I don't know really, so why don't you tell me?

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