"It can wait until tomorrow."
"Emily," JJ said standing in the doorway of Henry's playroom, leaning against the doorjamb and watching amusedly as her girlfriend tried to make some semblance of order in the chaos. "Will you please come to bed? You've been cleaning all day."
Emily looked up from where she was sitting picking up Lego pieces strewn across the floor and putting them back in the bucket where they belonged. "I just want the place to look nice when they come." She replied, frazzled.
JJ's brother, his wife, and their daughter—who was two years older than Henry—were coming to town the day after next to spend the weekend and Emily had been stress cleaning for the last several days. "Henry and Ally are just going to mess it up again." JJ pointed out.
Emily blew a lock of hair out of her face that had come loose from her ponytail. "I know, but…"
JJ pushed herself off the doorframe and went over to Emily, holding out her hands to pull her up from the floor. "Why are you nervous? You've already met them, they loved you."
Emily hauled herself up with JJ's help and kept hold of her hands when she was standing. "I know, but that was at your moms house, before we moved in together. This is different."
"Why is it different?"
Emily took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling like she was asking for strength. "I just…I know you guys are close and I don't want there to be any doubts. About me, I mean…that I'm good for you and Henry. That I can take care of you." She admitted softly.
JJ lifted a hand to brush her fingertips down the side of Emily's face and smiled. "You are good for us, and you do take care of us. You don't have to prove it to anyone." She kissed Emily firmly. "Now come to bed."
Emily glanced around at the mess still left in the room. "But what about,"
"It can wait until tomorrow." JJ interrupted, leading her out of the room.