Naomi looked at the silicone bra insert in her hand. The thing was positively disgusting. She was shirtless and she looked at the full-size mirror in her and Emily's room. She looked at her chest one of her breasts looked perfectly normal, just as it always had. But the other was now gone half of her chest was completely flat and with an angry red scar running across it thanks to her mastectomy. The silicone insert was meant to be stuffed inside her bra in order to make her chest look "normal".
Emily was in the bathroom and Naomi contained to be horrified by her chest. She heard Emily twisting the handle on their door.
"WAIT!" Naomi panicked. "Don't come in! I'm changing!" She quickly put on her bra and a V-neck. "Come in."
"Naomi this is ridiculous! I'm your fiancée, for god's sake! I should be able to see you naked!" For the past six months since Naomi had her mastectomy she had insisted of shagging with a bra on and then sleeping with her shirt on which she had never done before in her life.
"No." Naomi whispered. "I mean… I don't want you to. I mean… look, I've got to go. I have a show in half an hour.
"No! Naomi I want to talk about this!" Emily protested.
"I'm sorry. I can't." Naomi kissed Emily's cheek and left to go to her gig at Cook's newly reopened pub.
The crown was going wild for Naomi. She loved the stage and the energy.
"So the other day I was talking to a feminist and she asked me how I view lesbian relationships." She paused briefly, "Apparently HD was the wrong answer. " The crowd busted out in laughter again.
"Well, that is all have folks. Have a good night!" Naomi started doing her closing remarks.
"ENCORE!" someone shouted from the audience. "Encore! Encore," they chanted.
Naomi looked at Cook to see if he would allow it. He gave a nod and smiled.
"Alright, alright." The chanting stopped. "Ok, uh so today I got in to a little bit of a fight with my fiancé…"
"Yeah, you see about 3 months ago I got a mastectomy. Yeah, they chopped off my right tit. It's all gone. But anyways, this the soon-to-be-Mrs. Walks into our room and demands for me to show her my chest. I can't blame her though, to me it seems like she's only after ONE thing."
Again, her raunchy, offensive and totally inappropriate jokes are met with a cheering crowd. Naomi looked at the crowd and Emily was standing there with her mouth half open and her eyes watery, her face was twisted with fury. She had only come a minute ago because Naomi had scanned the crowd several times during the show and she had seen Cook and Effy sitting together in one table next to JJ and Lara. Naomi left the stage to go to her but Emily had already left for the door. Naomi tried chasing after her but was stopped by a man.
"You were brilliant. Absolutely Brilliant." The man beamed.
"Well, thank you. But really I've got to go." Naomi pointed to the door.
"Right. Then I'll be quick. My name is Peter Danville. I would like to offer you a position on my radio station, 106 FX, as a morning talk show host."
Naomi was taken aback, "wow, that sounds absolutely incredible!"
"Great! Here's my card." He handed her a business card. "Swing by on Monday and we can talk some more."
"Thank you, Mr. Danville! I will, but I've got to go!"
"Right! Yes! I'll see you soon!" Peter called after her.
She was about to leave when a muscular arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"I didn't know you and Emilio Lestevez were gunna get hitched. How did that happen? Was it only because you thought you were going to die?" Cook questioned with a beaming smile he wasn't drunk, but he was definitely buzzed.
"Not now, Cook." She said in an annoyed tone. "I've got to go."
"What'd I say?" Cook called out confused but Naomi was already out hailing a cab.
Cook's question rung in her mind. How did it happen, indeed?
Naomi heart raced as she walked down the corridor. She would have been having a panic attack if it weren't for Emily's hand that had been grasping her own. They reached her doctor's the office.
"Naomi and Emily. Please, have a seat." He gestured toward the seats in front of his desk. They did.
"Naomi I have the results from your last scan and it appears that you still have a tumor or your right breast." He said solemnly.
"What?" Emily breathed out. "But the chemo... The radiation ..."
"It didn't work as we had planned, "the doctor said looking down at the file.
"So what do we do?" Naomi breathed out.
"We'll have to remove the entire breast."
"When?" Emily asked.
"It will have to be soon. A week at most."
"Okay. Do it." Naomi said quickly. The doctor nodded.
The two got to their apartment and Emily went upstairs Naomi rushed after her.
"Ems." She went into their room and found Emily sobbing and pulling out a giant suitcase from out of her closet. She tossed it angrily on her bed and started shoving piles of her and Naomi's clothes in it.
"What the hell are you doing?" Naomi screamed at her.
"Let's get out of here, okay?" Emily said. "Just for a week. Just one week."
Naomi didn't know what to say. Emily was upset. Hell! She was too! They both thought this was going to be the last time they would hear about cancer.
"Okay." Naomi raised her hands. "Let's do it." They hailed a cab and drove straight to the airport.
"Where shall we go? Rome? Istanbul? Madrid, perhaps?" Naomi looked at Emily.
"Let's go to Mexico." Emily smiled. "Remember when we wanted to go to Mexico?
"How could I forget? You looked so cute with that mustache."
"Let's do it!" Emily pulled Naomi to the terminal.
They had flown all night from Bristol to Cancun and when they got to the hotel they fell right asleep. Naomi woke up the next morning to find that Emily was gone but there was a not with her handwriting that read 'Good morning! Eat up then join me at the breach. Love, Emily' Next to their bed was a room service tray with blueberry pancakes, her favorites and a glass of orange juice. She ate quickly then went to the beach. She saw Emily sitting in the white sand looking out to the sea. Her dark brown hair, that once used to be red, was flowing in the wind. She was so beautiful.
Naomi took a seat next to her. "Good morning," she whispered.
"I love you." Emily said. "I love you more than life itself."
"Me too." Naomi whispered.
"There's something I never told you before…"
"Yeah?" Naomi asked.
"That day at the hospital, you know, the day- the day you-" Emily started choking up
"Died?" Naomi finished and Emily nodded.
"That day I thought I was going to lose you and one of my biggest regrets in life is that I never got to ask you a question."
"What question?" Naomi whispered.
Emily reached into the pocket of her sun dress and took out a black box. "I thought that I would never get to ask you this…" She knelt besides Naomi and opened the box. There was a beautiful silver ring in there. "Will you marry me, Naomi Campbell? Naomi smiled widely. Almost mischievously.
"Only if you answer one question for me." She said. Emily looked confused. Naomi reached for her back pocket and took out a silver ring without a box.
"Will you marry me?" Naomi looked at Emily who wat trying so hard to cry.
"Yes." Emily choked out.
"Then, yes. Emily Fitch I will marry you." She smiled and Emily leaned in and kissed her.
"We're here." The cab driver announced as he pulled in to the curb.
"Thanks." She handed him the cash and got out. She headed straight upstairs.
"Emily! Ems!" She got to the bedroom door but found that it was locked. "Open the door."
"Why should I?" She said from the other side.
"Because I'm really sorry for what I said." Naomi said. "Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, Naomi." She opened the door. "I just don't understand why you can get on that stage and talk to all those people about your personal problems but you won't tell me."
"Because I don't give a shit about what those people think! I only care about what you think."
"I think that you should let me in! Tell me what is going on with you! Be comfortable with me. Share your burden with me."
"I-I… You're right." Naomi cave in. Emily was right she wasn't being fair. She knew that she should be honest with her but she couldn't stand causing Emily more pain. "I'm sorry, Ems."
Emily just shook her head and kissed her. "You were right though," Emily started I am only after ONE thing. You." Naomi smiled and their kissing intensified. Emily took of her shirt and so did Naomi. Then Naomi started unhooking her bra.
"Are you sure?" Emily asked skeptically.
Naomi nodded. "You're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and I know I should share with you what I'm going through so…" She unhooked her bra and took out the silicone insert. Emily's jaw dropped slightly as she looked at the red scar running across Naomi's chest.
"Does it still hurt?" She whispered.
"No. It's just not very sexy, is it?" Naomi bit her lip self-consciously.
"YOU are sexy, Naoms. And it has nothing to do with your chest or bum or anything else, okay? This…" She carefully placed her finger on her scar, "This is what kept you alive. Therefore, I love it."
"I love you." Naomi said shocked at what Emily had said.
"I know." Emily smirked and continued kissing Naomi.