A/N Just another fluffy chapter, lots of Naomily love, some Naomily sex so you've been for warned. This is coming to an end, I'm thinking just two chapters left, sorry I haven't updated my other fictions but i've been so caught up in reading the new one's on this site that i've gotten distracted. But have no fear, winter is coming and I tend to hibernate so I should hopefully get caught up soon :). Thanks for reading
Naomi awoke to the feeling of hands trailing over her stomach and thighs. She opened her eyes lazily, her bleary vision taking in her surroundings and finally making her remember that last night wasn't a dream but it had really happened. She could feel Emily pressed up against her back, her hands wandering lazily, and Naomi couldn't help but wonder how they had gotten into this position as it was the natural opposite of how they normally slept, seeing as Emily was shorter it just made sense for her to be the little spoon. But Naomi wasn't complaining, it felt nice to have Emily wrapped around her like this, her fingers moving at a teasing rate that was only serving to make Naomi's heart rate pick up and wetness begin to pool between her legs. She remembered the night before then, the way Emily had pinned her down and lashed her with her tongue, she had kept Naomi on the edge of orgasm for what felt like hours, not giving in until Naomi was begging and couldn't take it anymore. It was well worth it though, Naomi had never come so hard in her life, and just thinking about it now was making her a bit bothered.
She felt Emily's hand starting to wander a bit lower, her index finger swirling around Naomi's belly button before cupping her softly. Emily let out a puff of air against Naomi's shoulder when she felt how wet her girlfriend was already.
"Jesus," Emily said, biting down softly on the skin on the back of Naomi's neck, causing the blonde to involuntarily shudder," What have you been thinking about?"
"You," Naomi started, letting out a sharp gasp when Emily pressed two fingers against her clit, keeping them still but still providing constant pressure.
"Naomi you're so fucking wet," Emily rasped in her ear, proving her point by allowing her fingers to drift further down, gathering up Naomi's wetness before returning her fingers to Naomi's clit, circling it twice and then stilling her fingers again," What exactly have you been thinking about."
"Oh fuck," Naomi whispered at the feeling of Emily's lips dragging across the back of her shoulders and neck.
"Tell me," Emily demanded, allowing one of her fingers to slowly circle Naomi's clit," Tell me or ill stop."
"Christ, I was…fuck I was thinking about last night," Naomi rambled causing Emily to smile against her shoulder and press a finger on either side of Naomi's clit, allowing her fingers to go in sharper circles.
Naomi closed her eyes then, allowed the sensations Emily was causing to rush over her, which was quite impressive since the red head was barely even moving. She felt Emily slowing her fingers again and groaned realizing it was Emily's subtle hint for her to continue, wondered when her girlfriend had gotten so into dirty talk, not that she was complaining, it was kind of hot,
"About that thing you did with your tongue," Naomi decided to play along, if Emily was going to tease her Naomi was going to make sure she made it as difficult for the red head as possible," I was thinking about how all it made me want to do was pin you to the bed and fuck you just as hard as you were fucking me…Oh god…fucking hell it was good," Naomi moaned when she felt Emily's hand moving fast again, seemingly understanding what Naomi was trying to do and deciding that the best way to stop her speech pattern was to grant her release.
"So you like what I do with my tongue?" Emily whispered in Naomi's ear," What about my fingers?"
"Fuck they're amazing," Naomi whimpered," Christ if you'd just…yes like that."
Emily finally relented completely and began moving her fingers in the way she knew Naomi liked, enjoying the feeling of Naomi's hips rolling, the way her hips would buck ever now and then giving away how close she was.
"Are you close?" Emily said, biting down on Naomi's shoulder again.
"Jesus yes," Naomi struggled to get out, grinding herself harder against Emily's hand," Fuck you're gonna make me come."
And with that Emily felt Naomi tense up down to her toes and begin to buck more violently. Her arm reached behind and tangled into red hair when Emily resumed kissing her neck as she slowed her fingers properly bringing Naomi down. Emily pulled back slightly, giving Naomi space to fall flat on her back and getting to see the satisfied smirk on Naomi's face for the first time that morning.
"Morning babe," Emily grinned, kissing Naomi chastely.
"Fuck," Naomi sighed as they broke apart," Can I request a wake up like that every morning?"
"I think that can be arranged," Emily replied, running her hand down over the curve of Naomi's waist and settling her hand on Naomi's hip.
She laid down on her side facing Naomi, waiting for the blonde to mirror her actions until they were laying the same way they always used to after making love. Only they weren't the same as they used to be, there were no secrets between them now. And as Naomi's hand started tracing familiar patterns on Emily's arm Emily felt completely overwhelmed by the look in Naomi's eyes, by everything Naomi had told her the night before.
"Thank you for last night," Emily said, finally breaking the comfortable silence they had fallen into.
"It was my pleasure," Naomi replied with a smirk, kinking her eyebrow.
"Not just that you perve!" Emily laughed," Though that was rather fucking wonderful as well. But I meant you know how you finally like opened up to me completely."
"I've wanted to for a while but there I was so fucking nervous," Naomi admitted.
"Why would you be nervous to tell me something like that, it was a lovely thing to hear, that you've wanted me for ages," Emily asked, confused.
"You know its hard for me to talk about my feelings," Naomi explained," And really who wants to be with someone who is so terrified of love Emily, someone who was willing to act like a total fucking cow to hide their love because of how much it scared them, its not a flattering trait."
Emily nodded, understanding Naomi's apprehension, but really when Naomi had confessed everything Emily hadn't even picked up on the bad bits, so only paid attention to "I've loved you since I was 12" and "I'd die for you" because really nothing else really mattered.
"You aren't the same as you were before Naoms," Emily said gently, smoothing Naomi's hair out of her face," You aren't scared any more, you made yourself brave for me, and you couldn't have given me anything better than that."
Naomi grinned and leaned forward, kissing Emily through her smile the way she wanted to do all morning. Feeling a bit brave she scooted closer to her girlfriend, slipping her leg between Emily's while one of her hands went to cup Emily's breast, loving the way Emily inhaled sharply at the combined sensation.
"And you said I was wet," Naomi whispered in Emily's ear as she moved her leg further into Emily," What have you been thinking about Miss Fitch."
Emily groaned and pulled Naomi so she was flush on top of her, dragging her nails roughly down Naomi's back.
"You, fucking hell its always you," Emily whispered when Naomi dragged her hand across her stomach, cupping Emily softly," I love you so much."
Naomi grinned brightly, kinking her eyebrow before disappearing under the covers to show Emily for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 24 hours how much she loved her too.
Sometime much later in the afternoon they finally made it downstairs into the living room. Sitting on the couch Naomi was admiring how sexy Emily looked in just a long shirt and nothing else when she walked back into the room holding two bowls of cereal.
"Stop perving and eat this," Emily smiled, passing Naomi a bowl.
"I'm not hungry for this, I want something else," Naomi smiled suggestively.
"You need to eat to keep your stamina up," Emily replied," I plan on using a lot of your energy today."
"Oh really?" Naomi quirked her eyebrow
"Babe, we have months to make up for and besides we have to formally christen the flat Naoms, and I mean every room," Emily grinned, kissing Naomi quickly before settling beside her.
"In that case…" Naomi said trailing off to eat the cereal Emily had passed to her.
Naomi reached for the remote and flipped on the TV, flipping through the channels quickly, in the way that always irritated Emily when Katie did it but that she felt was oddly cute when Naomi did. She finally settled on a rerun of Friends, not that Emily minded seeing as it was the only show she could watch over and over and never get tired of. Naomi finished her cereal quickly and seeing that Emily was finished as well she took both their bowls and brought them into the kitchen, sitting back down next to Emily and lifting her arm up for Emily to lean into her. Emily smiled sheepishly and scooted over, settling her body into Naomi's and resting her head against Naomi's shoulder.
"Hmm this is nice," Emily murmured, snuggling further into her girlfriend," I've missed just existing with you like this."
Emily felt rather than heard the small laugh that Naomi let out, felt Naomi's hand grip her hip tighter, slipping under her shirt slightly so it was resting on her bare skin.
"I'm sorry," Naomi said, brushing her lips against Emily's forehead quickly.
"What?" Emily asked, confused.
"I'm sorry," Naomi repeated, turning her head slightly to look at Emily her eyes showing how sincere she was," I'm sorry for being so distant before, for not letting you in, for making you wait so long."
Emily shook her head in disbelief, wasn't able to fathom the idea that Naomi was actually apologizing to her for reacting a way that any normal person would in her situation.
"What are you talking about?" Emily said seriously.
"I pushed you away, and then I was so hot and cold and I know it mustn't have been easy for you is all, so I'm saying I'm sorry because I am," Naomi explained.
Emily huffed and rearranged her position so she was straddling Naomi's lap, wanting her undivided attention. She ran her hands through Naomi's hair, smoothed them over her eyebrows and across her cheeks until they rested on the back of her neck.
"Just stop okay?" Emily said softly," I don't deserve it okay, I should be apologizing to you; I should be spending the rest of my life making you realize how lucky I feel to be with you after I fucked everything up. I'm the one who let him in, let him weasel his way into our lives and I didn't listen to you, I let him hurt you Naomi, you warned me about him and I just sat back and let it happen," Emily said, ignoring the way Naomi was shaking her head," And then you took me back, after everything you took me back and I couldn't deal with it and I hurt you again by trying to get you to walk away. And then by some grace of god you decided for some reason I still can't fathom to give me another shot. Of course you were hesitant, what else could I have expected of you? You didn't do anything wrong, you opened up at your own pace and now here we are, stronger than ever."
"Emily…I just," Naomi started, her hands clutching at the back of Emily's shirt.
"No more words Naomi," Emily stopped her, pressing her forehead against Naomi's, their lips inches apart," You've already said everything you need to say…I just want you to kiss me."
Naomi leaned forward instantly, pressing her lips against Emily's quickly while reaching her arms around Emily's back and pulling her as close as physically possible. She shuffled forward slightly and lifted herself up, keeping a tight grip around Emily's waist, Emily instantly wrapping her legs around her waist as Naomi lifted her up and turned around dropping Emily back down on the couch onto her back.
Emily squealed at the change in positions, her surprise quickly being swallowed by Naomi who had quickly kissed her.
"I thought maybe we could christen the living room first," Naomi whispered seductively in her ear
"I like the sounds of that," Emily replied as Naomi shifted her weight up and removed Emily's item of clothing.
I'll never look at this couch the same again Emily thought as Naomi lowered herself back down and began making her way down her body.
After several hours passed and they had successfully fucked on the stairs, in the shower, on the bathroom sink, against the wall in the hall, in the back garden and then a few more times in Emily's bed Naomi finally collapsed in exhaustion.
"Jesus Christ," Naomi panted, coming down from the rather brilliant orgasm Emily had just built her up too," Were we always this horny?"
Emily giggled and lifted her head up off of Naomi's shoulder, propping herself up on her elbow.
"I'm not sure," Emily replied," But if this is how it always is when we give in I think maybe we should take sex breaks regularly. I can't get enough of you right now."
"Feelings mutual," Naomi laughed," I just fucking love watching you come."
"Naoms," Emily exclaimed, her cheeks reddening.
"What? I do!" Naomi defended," You look so sexy Emily, and I love that I'm the only one who's ever gotten to see it."
"You know I kind of hate that other people have seen you like this," Emily said gesturing to Naomi's naked, sweaty form," I wish I was the only one."
"I wish you were too," Naomi replied wistfully," But you're the only one I've ever let hold me like this afterwards, so that's something right?"
"Ya that's something," Emily agreed as she laid her head back down onto Naomi's shoulder, feeling Naomi give her body a slight squeeze of reassurance.
Naomi wasn't sure who fell asleep first but the next thing she knew she was groggily opening her eyes and looking over at the clock, her eyes widening when she saw the time 8:45 staring back at her. Her and Emily had slept for almost 12 hours, Naomi had never slept for more than 10 at the most, but then again she had never had almost constant sex for an entire day before either, she assumed that would take a lot out of a person.
She felt Emily stirring next to her a couple minutes later, as if she could feel that Naomi was conscious now and it was time for her to wake up. Her eyes flickered open, stared at Naomi for a moment and then turned to look at the clock herself.
"Fuck," she rasped," We slept a fucking long time."
"You wore me out," Naomi agreed, pulling Emily further into her form.
"Hmm," Emily agreed, her hands having a mind of their own, wandering over Naomi's torso.
"Emily you can't keep me locked up here as your sex slave forever you know," Naomi grinned," I need some food, and water!"
"Fine," Emily conceded, slipping out of Naomi's embrace and tossing a random shirt and pair of knickers on," Lets go downstairs, I'll make you breakfast."
Emily was up and out the door before Naomi could even protest so she followed in her girlfriends footsteps and tossed on some random clothes of her own, following her down the stairs quickly. When she reached the kitchen Emily was cracking an egg into the frying pan and smiling at her warmly.
"So what are you making me," Naomi said smugly, dropping herself down into one of the kitchen chairs.
Emily turned and looked at her, quirking her eyebrow and giving Naomi her best sexy smile.
"How do you like your eggs Naoms, I can fry you, poach you, scramble you," Emily said biting her lip as she pinned Naomi with a stare," Do you any way you like."
Naomi's jaw dropped slightly as she watched Emily's tongue dart out slightly and wet her lips. Emily was verbally teasing her, this was new, this new self-assured attitude Emily was sporting was turning Naomi on. She went to reply but Emily had already turned back around and was simply continuing to prepare the eggs and ignoring her previous comment.
Naomi got up from the table as quiet as she could, she could sense that Emily could feel her presence though because as she got closer to her girlfriend she noticed Emily's body tense slightly in anticipation. Naomi wrapped her arms around Emily's form, placing one hand on Emily's stomach and using the other to reach up and turn off the stove and gently remove the spatula from Emily's clenched fist.
"Naoms I'm trying to cook," Emily said, trying desperately to keep her voice steady and not give in as easily as Naomi was thinking she would.
Naomi laughed breathily into Emily's neck and began trailing her hands up and down Emily's arms softly as she nuzzled her face against Emily's and breathed heavily against her skin.
"You can't just tease me like that and then expect me to just sit there," Naomi whispered," But if you really want me to stop I will," Naomi dragged her hands up Emily's stomach, stopping just before her breasts to prove a point.
Emily arched into Naomi's touch, willing her to just move her hands just a little bit further up but Naomi didn't. Emily both loved and hated it when Naomi teased her like this, on one hand it was excruciating at first, the slow build up that Naomi was able to accomplish, it was almost painful. But then when she gave in (and Naomi always did) it was always mind blowing, Emily found herself shaking slightly at just the thought of it.
"Please," she whispered, grabbing a hold of Naomi's hands and pushing them upwards till they were resting lightly against her chest.
Naomi smiled against Emily's neck, and squeezed her breasts gently, enjoying the feeling of Emily pushing her chest forward into her hands encouragingly.
"You know I'm starting to think the only reason you offered to cook me breakfast was to get me down here into the one room we haven't christened yet," Naomi said, punctuating her sentence by dragging her lips across Emily's shoulder and up her neck, feeling the red head shudder against her.
"You've figured out my evil plan," Emily sighed as Naomi's lips went back to her neck and teeth started pulling on her earlobe gently in a way Naomi knew always made her knee's weak.
She was turned around rapidly then, Naomi bringing their lips together and sliding up her shirt so she could drag her fingers across the skin on Emily's lower back. And Emily wanted to reciprocate but before she could move Naomi was pushing her back into the kitchen counter and sliding her hands down to Emily's thighs so she could lift her up onto it.
"Fuck you're strong," Emily said absently against Naomi's lips causing the blonde to smirk.
Emily reached down between them and gripped the hem of her tee shirt, she pushed Naomi back slightly and slowly pulled it over her head. She didn't know why but Naomi seemed to always find it more gratifying when she stripped herself, and today was no different. Naomi's eyes widened as she took in Emily's half naked form, she let her confidence drop for just a minute and looked and holy fuck was her girlfriend ever the hottest thing on this planet.
"As lovely as you look in my shirt you really do look even better out of it," Naomi said as she leaned in to pepper kisses across Emily's now exposed torso, whispering "lovely" against her skin in random patterns.
It only donned on Emily that this probably wasn't the best place for what they were doing when Naomi pulled her forward on the counter and wrapped Emily's legs tightly around her waist. Naomi's lips were on Emily's neck and she was rocking herself so the fabric of her shirt was rubbing against Emily's knickers, and Emily felt herself flood at the sensation and then she remembered something.
"Jesus," Emily said breathily," Not that this doesn't feel fucking incredible, but is here really the most hygienic place? I'm about to form a puddle on this counter and its where we prepare food."
Naomi pulled back slightly, still keeping Emily's legs wrapped around her waist and laughed lightly, taking in Emily's flushed form and realizing that stopping not would only be cruel.
"All right then," Naomi trailed off, looking around the room for a surface that would better suit Emily's thoughts," Okay yes, here we go."
Naomi started pulling Emily forward, pressing her hands strongly on Emily's lower back.
"Naomi you can't carry me!" Emily exclaimed, but before she knew it she was off the counter and wrapped around Naomi who was carrying her across the room with what seemed like minimal effort," Fucking hell this is hot."
Naomi kicked the laundry room door open with her foot and gently placed Emily down onto the washing machine.
"Now if we keep the door open it's technically still the kitchen right?" Naomi said with a smile, seemingly proud of her solution.
"Ya, killing two birds with one stone," Emily smiled," Or should I say two rooms with one fuck."
"Hmmm," Naomi said as she leaned forward placing her lips next to Emily's ear," And what's even better is this," Naomi whispered, reaching behind Emily to switch on the washing machine, smirking against Emily's neck when the vibrations started and Emily jumped slightly.
"Oh," Emily replied, holding on tight to the corners of the machine as the teasing vibrations began to get the best of her," Fuck why haven't we done this before?"
Emily shifted her hips around trying to get the maximum contact she could. Naomi kissed her quickly, her hands instantly flying to pull off Emily's knickers and get to their destination. She couldn't wait, the sight of Emily practically getting herself off was too much for her, now Naomi just wanted to take her hard, and fast and hear her cry out as loud as she could.
So she reached between them and with no hesitation at all pressed two fingers inside as deep as she could, flicking the tip of her finger up before pulling back out. She continued this, gaining speed and strength with every thrust until she was pounding into Emily harder than she ever had before. But Emily seemed to be loving it, the way her hips were bucking uncontrollably and how she was making high pitch noises Naomi had never heard before gave her away.
"Fuck, keep doing that," Emily groaned, her head lolling forward into the crook of Naomi's neck, sliding her hands under Naomi's tee shirt, her fingers digging roughly into the skin just below Naomi's shoulder blades.
It only took a few more thrusts before Emily's whole body tensed around Naomi, her walls clenched around Naomi's fingers as her arms clung more desperately to Naomi's back and her teeth sank into Naomi's shoulder.
"Fuck fuck fuck," Emily repeated over and over into Naomi's skin as the blonde brought her down from what she was pretty sure was the biggest high she had ever experienced.
Naomi was smiling at her when she finally looked up, smiling at her in that irritatingly smug way that Naomi had perfected and Emily couldn't help but kiss her. It was then that she heard the front door open and heard voices drifting down the hall. She looked at Naomi helplessly as she sat there completely in the stark, her shirt discarded somewhere in the kitchen.
Naomi reached over and shut the laundry room door as quietly as she could as to not alert anyone of their presence and then went to work trying to find something in the room for Emily to wear. Eventually her eyes fell on an old shirt of Emily's that had fallen beside the dryer obviously forgotten about on Emily's last laundry day. She tossed it to Emily and picked up her discarded knickers as well watching with a smile as Emily pulled them up her legs and pulled the shirt down so it covered as much of her body as she could make it.
"Fuck is there no other shirt in here thats a bit longer, I don't really fancy giving Cook a show," Emily whispered, pacing the room and looking for another option.
"Doesn't matter anyways, they're gonna know what we were doing, I might as well just go out there and get your shirt," Naomi pointed out.
"They might not know, they might just think we were doing laundry!" Emily exclaimed, still keeping her voice as quiet as possible, but the thought of Katie knowing what her and Naomi had been up too and the grin that would be on Cooks face if he knew was enough to make her never want to leave the laundry room again.
"Alright fine then, lets just walk out there and act normal then," Naomi said with a smile, knowing full well that the whole "doing laundry" story wasn't going to work.
Emily nodded at her, and then faced back towards the door, straightening her shirt again in one last vain attempt to make it cover more of her body before opening the door and venturing back into the kitchen again. Naomi followed her out, smiling to herself as Emily tip toed across the tile trying to pick her up earlier discarded tee shirt before anyone noticed it.
"Alright lezza's," Katie's bellowing voice cut through the room causing Emily to stop in her tracks, like a kid stuck with their hand in the cookie jar.
Katie made her way into the room followed by Cook, both of them smiling at the couple knowingly.
"And what have you two been up too?" Katie asked.
"You know just doing some laundry, we didn't have much clothes left, hence the attire," Emily conjured up.
"Oh really Emillio," Cook piped up," You expect us to believe that you and blondie have been here alone for two days and you've just been doing laundry?"
"Like really Ems we weren't born yesterday," Katie agreed.
Emily just shrugged in response, watching as Katie and Cook turned to look at Naomi who was just standing there awkwardly behind Emily.
"Okay, so if I walk into the laundry room i'll find laundry baskets and clothes in the washer?" Cook said smugly, looking at Naomi who simply responded by shrugging.
Cook took it as an invitation, smiling at Katie as he made his way over to the laundry room and cracked the door open slightly smirking when his prediction had been right.
"Smells like sex in here," Cook wiggled his eyebrows," How was it then red, worth the wait?"
"Fucking hell," Emily grunted, relaxing slightly when she felt Naomi's hand twine with her own," You know what fuck it, yes we were shagging, actually we've been shagging almost non stop since you two left, and I mean all over the house. So Katie next time you sit down, and I mean anywhere, you might want to wonder what me and Naomi had been up to on that particular surface!"
Naomi's shocked look quickly turned into laughter at the outraged one that passed across Katie's.
"Fucks sake Emily have you ever heard of an over share?" Katie scoffed.
"Well you asked," Emily replied, wrapping an arm around Naomi's waist," Now if you'll excuse us we really should get dressed because this is a bit awkward with no knickers on."
Cook looked her up and down only averting his eyes when Naomi caught him looking and shot him a glare.
"Ya lets get you dressed," Naomi agreed tugging on Emily's arm and leading her toward the stairs.
"Shit Ems wait," Katie said suddenly.
Emily and Naomi stopped and turned to Katie looking at her expectantly.
"Mom wants to speak to you," Katie explained," She's been asking about you loads and I think she genuinely wants to make things right Ems."
"And mum always gets what she wants doesn't she," Emily spat bitterly.
"Come on Emily don't be like that," Katie tried," I think she's going to make a real effort this time, we can be a family again."
"Honestly Emilio," Cook spoke up," Take it from me, I know how it feels to be let down by your parents. But yours want to try, they love you and want to try and make it work. I'd do anything to have my dad make an effort for me, its not fun having someone who's supposed to love you tell you that they wish you never existed ain't that right Naomikins."
Emily looked over to Naomi who was looking back at her softly, Naomi didn't talk about her father often but from what Emily understood her story was similar to that of Cooks.
"What is this gang up on Emily day?" Emily said frustrated at the situation before turning on her heels and storming up the stairs.
"I'll talk to her," Naomi promised receiving a nod from Katie and Cook before following her girlfriend upstairs.
When Naomi entered the room she saw Emily laying on the bed staring at the ceiling, biting her lip in concentration. Naomi remembered Emily telling her once that when she was trying to take her mind off of something she would lay on her bed and count the ceiling tiles over and over again until she calmed down.
"I come in peace," Naomi said softly, breaking Emily from her trance.
Emily reached her hand up and motioned from Naomi to come and join her on the bed, Naomi smiled and bridged the gab between them, crawling so she was laying next to Emily, their hands intertwined between them.
"If you had a chance to have your dad in your life would you go for it?" Emily whispered.
Naomi thought about it for a moment, she wasn't sure if there was an answer to Emily's question. She had spent the majority of her younger life wishing for her father to come waltzing back into her life until she was old enough to understand that he wasn't ever coming back and she was most likely the reason for it. Somewhere along the way she had grown up but there would always be that little girl inside of her self that missed him even if he was the "shitty little prick" that her mum called him.
"I used to wish he would come back," Naomi said," But then I grew up and became sarcastic bitch Campbell that walked around believing that I didn't need anything or anyone and I stopped wishing for him. But it's hard knowing that he's out there somewhere living his life and not even thinking about me, I mean I'm his daughter for fucks sake he should love me. So I guess it would be complicated for me if he came back into my life now after 15 years of feeling like he didn't care about me. But there will always be that little girl inside of me waiting for him to come home like he promised me and my mum he would."
Emily nodded sympathetically at Naomi, lolling her head to the side so it was resting on Naomi's shoulder. She felt a little guilty, her parents weren't perfect that was for sure, but even when they were being awful Emily never once doubted that they loved her. She couldn't imagine carrying around the weight of feeling like you weren't worthy of being loved by your parents.
"But my situation is different than yours Em," Naomi continued," You're parents aren't like my father, they aren't running from you. Yes they've made bad choices but they're still here wanting to make things better. I wish my dad would have been man enough to do that."
"I know," Emily sighed," Im just scared, what if things don't change? I can't live the way i've been living with them Naomi, I can't do it anymore."
"Well you'll never know till you try right," Naomi offered," And if things turn to shit you'll still have me and my mum and Cook and Katie, we'll always be your family."
"How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?" Emily smiled, pressing her forehead against Naomi's.
"Its a gift I guess," Naomi laughed.
"You're right," Emily conceded," I should hear her out, I'll regret it if I don't. I'll speak to Katie about it later."
"Good," Naomi replied," Now lets get dressed and back downstairs so we can grill Cook and Katie about their current relationship status, a little payback for their earlier taunting of us!"
Emily grinned as she watched Naomi pull herself up off the bed and start getting dressed, thinking to herself that if this was as good as it was ever going to get for her it would be more than enough.