Sorry for the wait guys. One reason for the late update is I started another story! It's titled Underneath It All. You can check it out if you want just go over my profile thingy. :)

The 'anon' that asked if I like Faberry. The answer is no because I don't watch Glee. So yeah let's clear that out once and for all: Denz hates musicals.

I know you guys don't want one chapter to be all about Jenna's homophobia so I decided to take a different approach on the Fitch Family dinner. I at least hope it won't disappoint.

Emily's POV

"You ready?"

"I was born ready." I glance at Naomi from where she's sitting on the driver's seat and can't help but smile at her attitude towards all this. If she's nervous in meeting my parents, she's sure as hell really good in concealing it.

I told myself long ago that I won't care what my mother thinks about the whole deal of me being gay and whether she approves of the girls I'm with but it's not entirely true. I actually want her to like Naomi because even how much shit she had put me through, she's still my mum and I'm sure Naomi's the one. I don't know how I will go on without Naomi at this point of my life. She rescued me from my womanizing ways and showed me how to be in a real relationship; that it's worth getting hurt sometimes because I'll be with her the end of the day.

"Are you ready?" It's her turn to ask me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready. Kiss for good luck?"

She grins and coaxed me to her. "Come here then."

I unbuckle my seatbelt and leaned half my body towards her and she meets me halfway. Her lips had two conflicting effects on me. It calms me and made me giddy. I curl my fingers at the back of her neck to keep her lips on mine for a little longer. I don't care if Jenna would see us, or pervy James, I'm getting a proper kiss from my girlfriend now, a long much needed kiss before I face the fire- breathing dragon that is my mother. Eventually, we broke away and I rested my forehead on hers.

"If we get through this, we can get through anything."

"Then we'll get through this lover," she says and gave me a quick kiss.

"I love you."

"I know Em. Listen," she cups my face with both her hands. "I know you're worried, would you like me not go come with you anymore? I'll understand babe, just tell me."

"No. No, no, no," I shake my head. "It's not what I mean. I just want you to know that whatever my mum say, it won't change anything okay?"

"Duly noted Miss Fitch."

I kiss her again before we finally get out her car. She reached for my hand when I stepped back after ringing the doorbell.

Dad opened it, thank fucking Christ. "Emsy, there's my girl." He pulled me into a bone crushing hug. My arms are pinned to my sides and I couldn't properly return the hug so I settle in patting his arms, the only thing I could reach.

"Hey dad."

"I miss you love." He let me go and glanced at Naomi. "Ah, you must be Naomi."

Naomi gave him a tentative smile. "Good evening sir."

"Nonsense, call me Rob love. I'm Emily's dad." Naomi offered her hand to him but he pulled her to a hug. Naomi awkwardly stands still 'till he lets her go. "Come in, come in, your mum's almost done serving the table."

X

"Fucking disaster," I say as I slam the car door shut and settled in my seat.

"No it wasn't," Naomi says calmly, starting the engine and backing away from the house.

"Yes it was! I knew she's going to be an absolute fucking cow." I never thought Jenna's going to be any more insufferable but she proved me wrong. And I learned that lesson the hard way.

"Emily calm down, it's fine," Naomi says, giving me a quick glance before returning her attention back to the road.

"She didn't have any fucking right say those things." I stare outside the window, not ready to properly face Naomi yet, ashamed that my mother can do that to her. I know she's shocked on how Jenna acted but she stood her ground all the way.

Dinner was doing well at first, Naomi and dad talking about Naomi's work, James only made two attempts getting into Naomi's pants, Katie's not being a bitch after I beg her yesterday to make this easier for me and mum's silently eating the paella with too much garlic she made and I thought maybe it won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

After a few minutes of not talking, mum start to ask Naomi if she knew about the girls I dated before, how many were they, how every time I come over for dinner I have another girl with me. She's fucking insinuating that next time I come back here, we won't be together anymore. I let that slide because it's not entirely false, about the girls I mean, but then she started asking about Naomi's parents and what do they think about our relationship.

Naomi was cool answering her questions, even mentioned that Gina and Michael have met me already and they said they liked me. Jenna was taken by surprise by that revelation and I had my little victory dance in my head.

That did it though, no more pleasantries in my mother's part and started questioning the kind of parenting Naomi's parents are doing.

I opened my mouth to counter my mother but Naomi's hand on my knee stopped me. She answered, the magnificently elegant way that she does, told Jenna how that kind of thing doesn't matter to them as long as she's happy.

That stupefied my mum and the rest of the dinner, she drives her spoon and fork hard on the plate, making loud annoying noise. Fuck knows how the taste of the food makes it hard to swallow but the noise of the cutleries is ringing through my ears, knowing it's a reflection of my mother's dementia, makes it far worse.

We left shortly after that, it is all I could be before I lash out on Jenna. I don't want Naomi to see that, it won't be a pretty sight. So we said goodbye, a curt one on for my dear mother, and I pull Naomi out of that house I know it would take a long while before I could stomach going back in.

"I'm sorry," I finally say after a while and finally look at my girlfriend who's driving rather slowly than she normally does. "I knew that was going to happen but I was really hoping that it would be different this time. But it didn't. She doesn't fucking see anything, she's a closed minded cow." My throat starts to tighten and I swallowed a couple of times to stop the tears spilling out my eyes.

I blink and take deep breaths to control my emotions but I'm finding it really hard. My mother wounded me a lot of times but this is one of the worst. It hit me straight in the gut.

I was startled when the car starts moving off the road towards the side. Naomi parks by the sidewalk in front of a brick house and goes out. I meekly watched as she rounds the car and opens my door, pulling me out the car and wraps her arms around me so tightly I couldn't breathe for a second. But she loosens it later on and she peppers my face with kisses.

Her sweet gestures made me hold on to her and cry silently. She murmurs sweet nothings to my ear as she holds me strongly in her arms.

"It's okay Em, it will be alright. I'm here, I'm always going to be here. I promised you that."

"It's unfair," I was able to stutter out.

"I know," she soothes and strokes my hair. "It's okay."

"No," I say and pull away to face her. "It's not okay. You're fucking amazing and Jenna had to disregard all of that just because you're a girl? It's the most fucking unfair thing."

I know I'm acting like a child, pouting my lips and all, complaining about things that won't change even if I cry myself sick about them.

"It sucks, I know. Anything I could do to make you feel better?" she asks me softly.

"Oh Naoms, you already make it better."

A gust of wind passes us, rustling the leaves on the nearby tree and causing the goose bumps on my arms. Naomi notices it and run her palms over them.

"Let's get you home okay?"

I look at her with sad eyes. "No, I don't want to be alone tonight, please."

"No, of course not. I meant let me take you home, stay in my place tonight?" she says with a sheepish smile.

I let out a relieved sigh. "'Course." I smile then, because I decided I'll take shit Jenna has to give if it means being with Naomi Campbell.

We go back in the car and Naomi continues to drive, only this time her other hand that's not holding the wheel never left my knee, squeezing it from time to time until we arrived in her flat.

"Are you sleepy?"

It's only past nine, I'm used to sleep around 11. "Not really, just tired."

"I'll run you a bath?" Naomi asks.

I smile and shook my head. "Just a quick shower I guess."

"I'll get you clothes then."

"You're not coming?"

Naomi's eyebrows shoot up and a little smirk spreads on her lips. "Only if you want me to."

I take her hand and pull her to the bathroom. "Come on then."

We take our clothes off in silence. Naomi was able to shed hers faster and goes over to help me. She gets in the shower first, adjusts the water for to get the proper temperature. I go in moments later and she spun me around so I'm the one under the water. I welcome the heat, making me feel way better than before.

"You okay?" Naomi asks me when she's putting shampoo over my hair, delicately massaging my scalp.

"Yes."

"You sure?"

I hum in reply. "I'm still pissed about what happened but you know what? It doesn't matter to me anymore. If mum doesn't like you then fuck it. It's her fucking lost."

"Amen." I could feel her smirk, making me smirk myself.

"I could tell James likes me."

"Naomi, the little shit practically had a boner when he first saw you. He doesn't like you, he lusts over you."

"That makes it two Fitches eh?"

I spin around to face her. "Whatever," I say and kissed the smug look off her face.

We finished up and I wore one of Naomi's bathrobe, too big for me that the ends dangle on the floor. And she finds it funny every single time.

"I should get you one of those kid sizes next time I pop in to Argos."

"Hey, you like me for my size," I pout as I grab the clothes she passed me.

"I do and never doubt that my love," she winks, pulling in a loose shirt over her head.

We climb in bed. I lie on my back while Naomi faces my side and wrapped her arm around me, pressing her lips on my cheek.

Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,

without you moving, slicing the noon

like a blue flower, without you walking

later through the fog and the cobbles,

without the light you carry in your hand,

golden, which maybe others will not see,

which maybe no one knew was growing

like the red beginnings of a rose.

In short, without your presence: without your coming

suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,

gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:

since then I am because you are,

since then you are, I am, we are,

and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.

She murmured the words against my ear. She said it with pure honesty that my smile got wider every word she uttered.

"I'm starting to think you were a lit major," I said moving my head in the pillow to face her when she finished.

"No, just a hopeless romantic."

I smile and moved closer to her.

"You're perfect."

"I really am."

All my frustration from today dissolved then and there when I see Naomi's smile. That smile only meant for me. The smile that make all things better.

She rubs her palm up and down my arm and the feeling makes me sleepy, my eyes starting to droop.

"Em?"

"Hmmm?"

"Nathan's mum called me."

My eyes shot open, all the sleepiness gone in a second. "What did she say?"

It's late and I'm tired so sorry for the typos or any mistakes.

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