I know it's been a few months since I've updated this and I apologise for that but I did promise that this would be the next thing I updated. I've really been struggling to write this story which is why I've wrapped it up in this chapter. That's probably why it feels a bit rushed but I had nowhere else to take it. I also didn't know how to pad the chapter out so the italics are just random memories of their relationship. Anyway, here's the final chapter of Second Chance, I want to thank everybody who has read it and commented of it. I really appreciate it and I hope the final chapter is good enough

Sophie placed the coin back in her pocket before looking at the photo frame which rested on the wall. It was a picture from the wedding day and Sophie immediately smiled at the sight. They both looked so happy and content in their lives, they had no idea how hard married life would eventually become for the pair of them.

They had no idea how married life could potentially destroy them.

When they were younger, they had their fair share of problems but their relationship was never threatened. They had overcome whatever problems were put in the way including coming out to both of their families. When Sian's mum disowned her practically, Sian was distraught. Sophie had never seen her look so devastated and sure they fought but there was never ever doubt that they would stay together.

Sophie fell backwards and lay on the bed, her head immediately resting on Sian's pillow rather than her own. Sophie smiled at how much the pillow smelt like her wife. Whenever Sian went away on business trips, Sophie would always sleep on Sian's side of the bed, as if it somehow made it feel like she was there. It was almost as if being able to smell Sian made her feel comforted and safe.

"You're on my side of the bed." Sian smirked as she gripped Sophie's waist tightly and rolled them both over so she was on top but on Sophie's side of the bed. "Much better."

"I don't remember being given a choice in which side of the bed I sleep on." I replied playfully.

Sian shrugged her shoulders. "I like the left side of the bed…makes it easier to be the big spoon."

Sophie laughed at her girlfriend's comment before pecking her on the nose. "I love you."

Sophie smiled at the memory before sighing heavily. When she first found out that Sian had lied to her, that their happy marriage had basically been a fabrication, she thought leaving Sian would be the easiest decision of her life. She didn't think that she would weigh her options; she thought that she would just leave Sian and that would be that.

But life is never that simple.

Every time Sophie thought of a reason to leave Sian, she was flooded by memories of why they should stay together. Sian is and always will be her first love, the memories they shared will never disappear but that wasn't all Sophie wanted. She didn't just want old memories, she wanted Sian and she wanted the ability to create new memories.

She wanted them to have a family, like they'd talked about. Like they would have had, if she hadn't filed for divorce.

"Do you ever think about the future Sian?" Sophie asked as they sat her in bedroom. They had been dating for a year now and Sophie had been trying to approach the subject for a while now.

Sian looked up from her magazine. "Yeah." She said quickly. "I mean you have to plan ahead."

"What are your plans?"

Sian shrugged her shoulders briefly before looking back at her magazine. "The usual I guess, go to university and get a good job."

Sophie deflated at her comment. She had meant their future, not just Sian's. "What about us?" Sian raised her head again and gestured for Sophie to elaborate on her comment. "Do you think about our future?"

"Oh." Sian said finally realising what Sophie was getting at. "Yeah of course I do."

"And…"

Sian threw the magazine off the bed and grabbed Sophie's hand tugging her closer to her. "I picture us married, in a modest house, not too big or too small with three kids and a dog." She smiled shyly as she told Sophie what was effectively her dream. "Got to have a dog."

"You think about us having kids?" Sophie asked surprised.

Sian blushed. "Yeah, I mean not now but in the future. Why wouldn't we have kids?"

Sophie's tongue darted out and licked her lips. "What makes you think we'd be any good as parents?"

Sian smiled and kissed Sophie quickly. "What makes you think we wouldn't?

Sophie placed her hands over her face and sighed heavily. She couldn't stop thinking about Sian and their past, she was being flooded with memories and each one made her realise why she loved Sian in the first place and why she couldn't just walk away from her.

She raised her head at the sound of something smashing elsewhere in their flat. Sophie climbed off the bed and left her bedroom only to be greeted by the sight of Sian crawling on the kitchen floor, picking up broken pieces of glass. Sian looked up at the sound of footsteps, an apologetic look on her face.

"Sorry, it slipped."

Sophie knelt down beside Sian and picked up some of the remaining pieces before noticing Sian's hand. "You've cut yourself."

Sian looked down at her hand. "I didn't even notice."

Sophie grabbed Sian's hand gently to inspect the cut before grabbing a cloth from the drawer and pressing it against Sian's cut. "You've always been clumsy. One day I'll invest in plastic cups and plates, that way you can't smash anything." A small smile appeared on Sian's face. "What?"

"You said one day."

Sophie furrowed her eyebrows. "And?"

"That implies we're still going to be together." Sian said quietly, scared of Sophie saying that wasn't what she meant.

"Stand up." Sophie helped Sian stand before guiding her to the sink. "It's going to sting."

"Yes mum." Sian replied playfully, fully aware that Sophie had avoided the question before grimacing as the water hit her fresh cut.

"I do believe that was karma."

Sian bumped Sophie's hip. "Don't rub it in or it'll get you too."

"I don't think it needs stiches." Sophie said as she inspected the cut before disappearing into the bathroom, returning a moment later. "Some Neosporin and a plaster and you should be as right as rain."

"What? No kiss." Sian retorted before mentally shouting at herself, she probably shouldn't have said that.

Sophie couldn't help the smirk which filled her face. She couldn't pretend that she didn't like the flirtatious tone in Sian's voice. It was almost as if that little bit of flirting made the tense atmosphere dissipate. It was as if things were back to normal. Sophie placed the plaster on Sian's cut before bringing her hand to her mouth, placing a small kiss over the plaster. "Better?"

"Yeah." Sian stared as Sophie cocked her head and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Sian cupped Sophie's cheek with her uninjured hand and dropped her gaze to Sophie's lips. Her breathing became ragged as she debated whether or not to close the gap between them. If she did, she could make things worse. That being said, the opposite could just as easily happen. Deciding she'd never know unless she took the risk, Sian brought their lips together fully expecting Sophie to push her away.

But that never happened.

Sophie closed her eyes at the feel of Sian's lips against hers. The kiss felt different than normal, it felt like it was their first kiss. Sophie felt Sian's tongue brush against her bottom lip before she granted it entry. Sian's hands came to rest on Sophie's waist as she squeezed it softly. It was Sian who first broke the kiss, she pecked Sophie's nose before resting her forehead against hers. Sophie's eyes remained closed as she thought about their first kiss.

"Sophie, are you even listening to me?" Sian asked impatiently, she was tapping her foot, her eyes on Sophie.

Sophie hadn't been listening to her; truthfully she hadn't really even heard that last question. Her attention was solely on the way Sian's chest rose and fell as she huffed in anger. The way her cheeks held a slight tinge of pink demonstrating her frustration. Sophie had been looking at Sian in a different way for the past couple of weeks and she wasn't sure why she chose this precise moment to connect their lips but it just felt right.

She could feel Sian's hesitance and went to pull away before she felt Sian kiss her back. Sophie ignored the butterflies in her stomach, ignored the sudden urge to grab Sian and kiss her harder and instead cupped her cheek softly and enjoyed her first kiss.

Their first kiss.

"I love you."

Sophie's eyes opened at Sian's comment before seeking Sian's hands and entwining their fingers. "I know you do."

Sian closed her eyes tightly. "Please don't tell me we're over Sophie. I don't think I can take it."

Sophie could see the tears streaming down Sian's cheeks and wanted nothing more than to wipe them away but as soon as she attempted to remove her hands from Sian's, Sian instantly tightened her hold on them. "Please don't cry."

Sian's eyes found Sophie. "I am so sorry Soph. For everything."

She was so broken and it killed Sophie. Fair enough Sian had landed herself in this predicament but Sophie hadn't exactly been without fault. Sophie had been the one who filed for divorce, she had been the one who ran away from their problems instead of trying to fix them and she had been the one who slept with somebody else. "I know you're sorry baby." Sophie inhaled softly. "I'm not mad at you."

Sian's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

"I want to be." Sophie explained. "I want to hate you for what you did but every time I think about ending this, I think of ten reasons why I shouldn't." Sophie finally freed one of her hands and stroked Sian's tear-stained cheek. "When I look at you, I don't see the person who lied to me, I don't see the person I wanted to divorce, I see the person I fell in love with. The person I've been in love with since I was 15. The person I'm still very much in love with." Sian sniffed as Sophie continued. "After what you did, I should scream at you and tell you to leave me alone but I don't want that. I don't want you out of my life…you said you'd forgiven me for cheating, if you're being the bigger person then so am I."

"It's hardly the same thing Soph." Sian replied. "You slept with one person when we were separated and I spent months fabricating this lie about us being happily married. I don't deserve forgiveness."

"Well you're getting it." Sophie paused before stepping away from Sian slightly, releasing her other hand from Sian's grasp. "I should never have taken the easy way out and filed for divorce. I should have given you another chance, should have given our relationship another chance."

"You gave me plenty of chances Sophie." Sian said sadly. "I've had my second chance, my third and my fourth and plenty more."

"Maybe that's true but that was then and this is now." Sophie explained. "I'm not interested in the past; I'm only concerned about the here and now." Sophie's lips curled up into a small smile as Sian squeezed her hand. "Whoever said marriage was hard really knew what they were talking about."

Sian laughed quietly and muttered a small yes. "When we got married, I didn't see it going this way."

"Life has a funny way of turning out the exact opposite of what you expect." Sophie replied. "I always expected us to get married, start a family and stay together until we were old and wrinkly."

Sian chuckled. "Yeah I had the same image." She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's not too late to still have that is it?"

Sophie knew that she could just say no and that would be that but if this relationship was going to work, she knew they had to be honest. "After our argument, I was trying to decide what to do so I flipped a coin."

Sian blinked quickly. "You flipped a coin to decide whether or not to stay with me." She asked incredulously.

"I wasn't going to pay attention to it; I just like the simplicity of it." Sophie said quickly. "Heads means one thing, tails means another. It's as simple as that." Sophie explained. "I wanted my decision to be that simple."

"What did the coin say?" Sian asked.

"It said I should leave." Sian's face dropped. "I didn't flip it to get my answer but it helped me realise how easy my decision was."

"I don't understand…"

"Heads or tails, it's such an easy choice in comparison with mine. I thought deciding whether or not to stay with you would be such a difficult decision but it wasn't." Sophie said. "Because there was only ever one answer."

"Which was?"

"I left you once before and that was the biggest mistake of my life." Sophie said. "I'm not making that again."

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Sian Powers, you're the one for me. Despite your faults and despite mine, we work." Sophie clarified with a smile. "Last time things were hard, I took the easy way out. This time I'm staying to fight for us." Sian smiled widely. "I don't know what that means but I'm willing to do it even if that involves couples counselling."

Sian's smile dropped slightly. "Counselling?"

"If you want us to make it."

Sian grabbed Sophie's right hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "I will do whatever's necessary."

"When we were younger you promised me forever Sian." Sophie spoke the words quietly, watching as Sian nodded. "Do you still mean that?"

Sian kissed Sophie briefly. "Always." She rubbed their noses together in an Eskimo kiss before Sophie pulled her into a hug.

When Sophie found out about the lies and Sian's deceit, Sian was sure that was it. She mentally prepared herself for Sophie to end their marriage but Sophie had completely taken her by surprise. Sian couldn't help but wonder what if she'd never gone along with the lie. She probably wouldn't be in Sophie's arms right now and they would most likely be divorce. Sometimes, maybe it's necessary to take that risk because if you don't, you'll always wonder what would have happened if you'd been brave enough to just take a leap of faith.

Three years later:

Sian rolled over gently and watched as Sophie slept peacefully. Content in her dreams. Sian brushed a strand of hair away from her wife's face before smiling as Sophie's nose crinkled in her sleep. She never expected Sophie to give her a second chance but since she had, their marriage had been perfect.

Sian rolled back over and grabbed the picture which rested on her bedside table. She could remember always looking at the picture years ago, when Sophie had filed for divorced and she could remember feeling depressed at the knowledge that she had lost Sophie but now the picture had changed. It wasn't of her and Sophie at Blackpool anymore, it was of her, Sophie and their daughter Amelia.

She's only three months old.

Now whenever Sian looks at that picture, she doesn't feel depressed, she doesn't reminisce about her memories with Sophie because they're all she has. Instead she feels happy and thinks about the memories that are still to be created, only this time with the three of them.

Every night she looks at that picture and she can't help but be thankful that she was given a second chance.