A/N: Hey guys! In honor of getting 50,000 views, I've decided to write a little one shot for you of how June and Day's life is going! I hope you guys enjoy this!

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June

Since Rosalie was born a little more than two years ago, I haven't gone more than twenty-four hours without seeing her at some point. I wouldn't really say that this is a bad thing, because I love my daughter more than anything else. She is, after all, living proof of Day and I's love and commitment towards one another. But I can admit I would do anything to have just one day to not have to worry about studying, picking Rosalie up from daycare, or cooking dinner for my family. That's why when Tess told me that Pasco and she would love to have Rosalie spend the night at their place and give Day and me a date night, I couldn't help but be thrilled.

That's how I found myself now, standing in my bathroom, and looking at my reflection in the mirror. I almost don't recognize myself tonight. I'm wearing a tight strapless black dress that ends just above my knees. It's a nice change to wear a dress, having worn uniforms and lab coats most of my life. My dark brown hair is pinned up behind my head will an elegant jewel covered barrette. As I continue observing myself in the mirror, my stomach flips when my eyes finally fall upon my scar. Beginning on my forehead and going down past my eye and ending at my lip, it was hard for anyone to miss it. My scar wasn't exactly something I was proud of, but I wasn't really ashamed of it either. I bring my cold fingers to my smooth skin and trace the light pink mark along down the side of my face and my thoughts are suddenly consumed by just a single name.

Trevor.

Whenever he crosses my mind, which lately had been quite often, I tended to get feelings of guilt or pity. He had truly been a great man with amazing potential. Trevor possessed all of the right skills and had no problem dedicated his self to something. Which was where the problem had started; he was dedicated to the wrong thing and he made the wrong decisions. Sadly, in the end this false judgment ended up with him losing his life.

I jump a little when the door to my bathroom swings open with a creak and Day strides inside the small compact space. He's wearing a nice black shirt tonight with matching dress pants. It almost seems odd to see him in such expensive and nice clothing. When we first met all he had was a ratty old pair of pants and a dirty t-shirt. It just proves how much can end up changing over time.

"Tess just stopped by and picked up Rosalie along with everything she needs for the night. And boy, our Rosalie is so spoiled she convinced me she needed all of her toys to get through just one night at Aunt Tess's," Day says. Throwing a tie around his neck, Day's eyes fall upon my attire and with a smirk he plants a small kiss on my shoulder and mutters, "Why, June Iparis, don't you just look stunning this evening."

I smile and say, "You're looking quite fancy yourself."

I realize that he's frowning at me. "You could always cover it up, you know," he comments. My heart pounds as I realize when he walked in Day must've seen how I was looking at my scar. I open my mouth to respond when he adds, "But I've always thought that it really completes your look, you know? Like right now, you're wearing this gorgeous gown and have beautiful hair all pinned up, but then when I see that scar on your face, it's almost saying 'I have been through a lot and if you even think about messing with me I'll make your life a living hell'."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I don't know if I would go as far two say that, but I don't think it's a good idea to get on my bad side." My chest floods with butterflies, and I find that I'm embarrassed that he still has power to do this to me. But Day always seemed to have just the right thing to say at just the right moment so that I'm prepared to take on whatever task comes next. "So, are we ready to go then?"

"Just about," he says walking over to me. Reaching behind my head, he unclips the barrette and sets it down on the counter. Soft, warm curls fall onto my shoulders and I feel goose bumps raise at it makes contact with my exposed skin. "Much better. Now we're ready."

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The restaurant Day has chosen for tonight is called To Honor. When I had first heard of its opening I had thought that it was a strange name for them to pick out. But not much later I had been talking to Anden and he had explained the story behind the naming. To Honor's real meaning is more To Honor the Fallen. There have been a countless number of lives lost in the Republic, especially in the past few decades. The restaurant is there to remind everyone that even though so many important people are now gone, their memories are still with us. So many names come to my mind when I think about it. Trevor, my parents, Ollie, Kaede, Metais. They've all had some type of important role in my life that has changed me for better or for worse. I like to think that they are all still here in some way. It's a nice thought to keep in mind.

When Day and I finally are seated at our small table that had been reserved for two, I ask him a question that's been on my mind ever since we'd left our house. "Who does it make you think of? The restaurant name?"

He seems to ponder the question for a while, taking in a countless number of people into consideration. "Well, to start off, of course there's my entire family, my mother, my father, and John. There's Kaede, too. But you see –" he hesitates and shakes his head. "Never mind."

"What?" I ask, interested in what he has to say. I want to know what he has to say on that matter. I've gotten to see that Day always has a different way of interpreting things.

"Well, you see," he says slowly, "I don't think that it should just be to honor the fallen ones, but the living ones, too. We've had to deal with so much, and I'm not sure we even fully realize how much it is. There is the war, all of the fighting, and to add to that, the loss of many loved ones. Yes, the ones who've died were brilliant warriors. But aren't we, the living, warriors too? We've had to deal with so many different tragedies, but instead of letting the weight of it discourage us, it's somehow ended up inspiring instead. Now more than ever we are trying to move forward and to prevent all of these disagreements and fighting incidents. So really, I think we all deserve to be honored, one way or another."

For a moment I don't know what to say. I take it all in, the idea of being honored for just being strong and putting up with all that has happened. At the moment dealing with the war and losses hadn't seemed more mandatory than optional. I hadn't thought it would be possible to get over the death of Metais, but I didn't see giving up as an option either. Looking deep into Day's crystal blue eyes, I glance from the imperfection in the one of the two, the small scar on his forefinger, to the crease in his forehead just above his right eyebrow.

"How was I so lucky to fall in love with someone so," I can't even come up with a word for a moment. "So heroic, brave, caring. The list could just go on and on with you."

"They didn't call me a legend for nothing," he says and I grin. "I love you June. I love you so, so much."

"I love you too, Day."

And for a moment, the world stops. For now it's just the two of us, the legend and the prodigy sitting across from each other at a small table in a crowded restaurant. All I can think is how lucky I am to be where I am right now. With my scar, and past, and experiences, I can honestly find myself admitting one thing.

I wouldn't want to be anywhere else or be anyone else right now.

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Hey! So I hope you guys liked this! In case you haven't seen, I've been working on some other fanfictions right now so go check them out! I'll continue these one shots when I reach 75,000 views and 100,000 views! I love you all thanks for the support! 3

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