Okay wow so I might be the worst author ever, its literally been months since I've updated this! This one might be a little rough as I was a little bit out of tune with the story after leaving it for so long but I hope its not too bad! I hope you enjoy, drop a review if you want, even if it is just to give me hell about not updating for so long lol!
It starts creeping up in Naomi almost instantly after dropping Emily off that night.
Nervousness
And its funny actually because Naomi's never really been remotely nervous in her life. She wasn't nervous when she rode her first wave, on her first day of school or even the first time she had sex. But for some reason that look on Emily' mothers face had left Naomi shaking in her boots. Naomi couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs Fitch had already decided that she didn't like her before they had even properly met. But Naomi was trying to push the negative out of her mind because she didn't have much more guaranteed time left with Emily and she didn't want to ruin what she did have left by being preoccupied. Besides it wasn't as if she could say anything about it because the whole "meet the parents" thing had been her idea in the first place.
Her nerves did make a few scatter appearances as Saturday approached despite Naomi's efforts, but she had managed to keep her insecurities hidden from Emily for the most part, until tonight anyways.
Emily had convinced her to go to some shit movie, that the rest of the town must have agreed was shit because er and Emily ended up being the only two in the theatre. Emily had convinced her to stay with a wink and a devilish grin that promised it would be worth Naomi's while to stick around. And sure enough its about half way through the movie and Naomi hasn't seen a minute of it, it was pretty hard to concentrate on a movie plot when Emily's lips were attacking hers and Emily's hand was stroking her thigh. Its all well and lovely, and actually kind of hot (Surprisingly enough Naomi's never made out in a theatre before) but she just can't get the thought out of her head that tomorrow is Saturday. Kind of hates her brain a little for not allowing her body to enjoy the sensation of Emily pressed up against her.
Emily must notice that Naomi's mind is somewhere else because she pulls away and pins Naomi with a look that says " seriously what's the problem?"
"Where's your head at?" Emily says and Naomi tries to dismiss it all and leans back in to kiss Emily but she backs up out of Naomi's reach," Seriously Noams, you've been distant all night, actually you've been a little odd all week."
And Naomi's surprised because she really though she had done a better job of hiding her insistent thoughts but apparently like always Emily saw right through her act.
"Actually you've been a bit odd since the bonfire," Emily says as if to herself, like she's realizing something for the first time," Did I do something wrong that night?"
"Fuck Em no," Naomi says.
"It's the sex thing isn't it?" Emily says, her face clear with the realization she thought she had reached," You're frustrated with my lack of experience."
Naomi chuckles lightly, which doesn't appear to be the right reaction because Emily's facing forward towards the movie now and tears are brimming her eyes. Naomi reaches out and turns Emily's chin towards her, forcing the red head to listen to what she's about to say.
"Sorry I shouldn't have laughed before, it's just you said was so ridiculous," Naomi says softly.
"Its not ridiculous Naomi!" Emily exclaims," You have needs and they aren't getting filled, when's the last time you went this long without shagging?"
Naomi shakes her head violently at Emily's assumption.
"Emily will you shut up and listen to me for a minute," Naomi says, effectively snapping Emily out of her rant.
Naomi sees it then, fear in Emily's eyes. Wonders to her self how long Emily's been worried about this.
"I'm only going to say this one more time," Naomi starts, continues clearly enunciating each word," Its not all about sex with me, you're so much more to me than that. I'm with you for this," Naomi points to Emily's head," And this," she places her palm flat above Emily's heart, feeling the thundering beat under her hand," Its only a plus that you're so fucking sexy," she adds with a quirk of her eyebrow," Besides I'm quite capable of abstaining, last time I checked I'm not an addict, you haven't been feeling pressured by me have you? Naomi asks, suddenly worried that she had done something to make Emily feel this way.
"Of course not," Emily assures her, her voice sounding rational again," You've just seemed a little distant the last couple days and I know we haven't been overly physical and I want to, I do, but all your experience intimidates me. You make me so fucking nervous."
Naomi smiles warmly, thinks Emily looks adorable when she rambles.
"Do you want to know why I've been acting strange?" Naomi asks and Emily nods," Because I'm nervous," Naomi says through a chuckle," All I can think about is that I'm meeting your family tomorrow and I want them to like me. I feel so inadequate compared to you Emily; I'm so inexperienced at this whole relationship thing. I've never properly met anyone's parents before and it's slightly terrifying."
Naomi takes a deep breath, calming herself before lifting her eyes to wage Emily's reaction. Much to her surprise Emily is grinning back at her and linking their hands together tightly.
"Why didn't you say something before?" Emily asks," You're perfect Naoms, you have nothing to worry about."
"Why didn't you?" Naomi shrugs.
"No more hiding the things that are bothering us," Emily asks.
"Deal," Naomi replies with a smile," Now if I'm not mistaken you said something before about wanting things to get more physical," Naomi smirks.
"Did I?" Emily feigns innocence, smiling when Naomi leans in and starts placing wet kisses on her neck," Hmm that's nice."
Naomi pulls back and bites her lip to contain her smile.
"And as for your so called "inexperience"," Naomi says," I'd be more than willing to be your tour guide through the physical."
Emily shakes her head and pulls Naomi close by the back of her neck so their lips are almost touching.
"I'm sure you would," She whispers against Naomi's lips," Soon," She promises and feels Naomi shudder against her.
This time when Naomi kisses her she's all in it, and Emily can feel the connection she was missing before. And for that next hour Emily manages to force back Naomi's nerves with sweet kisses and comforting touches and Naomi couldn't be more grateful.
The next day Naomi was just as nervous as ever, she rolls out of bed and changes quickly before grabbing her surf board and making her trek down to the beach. Surfing had always made her feel calm, something about doing something she knew she was good at always made her relax.
Today however didn't go as she had planned. Everything was going fine until she clipped the front of her board on a wave, got thrown forward and sucked down by the under tow hitting her head on a rock in the process. Thankfully she didn't get knocked out but she now had one hell of a gash above her right eyebrow and the starting of a black eye forming.
"Great," Naomi sighs as her mom cleans her up," Now not only am I nervous as hell but I look like I've been roughed up too!"
Gina smiles warmly and brings the tip of the cloth up and around Naomi's cut, whispering sorry when Naomi winces.
"It's pretty deep Naomi," Gina points out as she inspects the wound closer," You may need stitches."
Naomi backs away and inspects it in the mirror herself. It did look pretty bad, but she was meant to be at Emily's in just over an hour so there really wasn't any time for a hospital visit.
"Just cover it up and I'll go tomorrow, I can't be late for this dinner," Naomi replies and sits back down on the edge of the bathtub.
"Fine, but you are going tomorrow whether you like it or not," Gina states as she unrolls some gauze off the roll and cuts it.
"Deal," Naomi concedes.
"Now tell me, how did this happen? I haven't seen you have a spill like this in years," Gina asks, gently placing the square of gauze over Naomi's wound and beginning to tape down the corners.
"I guess I was just distracted," is all Naomi can come up with," I thought surfing would help calm me down but I ended up not being able to concentrate."
"What are you so nervous about? Emily's pretty great so I'm sure her parents are as well," Gina offers.
"You didn't see the look Emily's mom gave me that night, it was like a vulture eyeing up its prey," Naomi cringes at the memory.
"It'll be fine Naomi, just show them how much you care about Emily and be polite and you'll be fine," Gina tries to calm her daughter.
"If you say so," Naomi says, not convinced.
She pulls herself up again and inspects her moms handy work, it still looked bad but not as horrible as before, though the bruising was more prominent now.
"Thanks mom," Naomi says," I've gotta go get ready, but I'll be home later and will probably need consoling."
"I'll be here," Gina assures her.
Naomi nods and makes her way out of the bathroom stumbling over her feet a little, wondering if she might have a concussion on top of everything else. She shakes the thought from her head, doesn't really have time to worry abut it at the moment. Once she reaches her closet she thumbs through the hangers until she finds the outfit she had put together the night before. Its simple, just a pair of black kapris amd a black V neck tee shirt, not to tight but not too loose either, she hopes this is what Emily meant by "nice casual".
It takes her a while to get dressed, careful not to snag her cut on her shirt, so by the time she's finished getting dressed and her hair she has to leave for Emily's. She's out the door after a quick hug and good luck from her mom and picking up the flowers from the kitchen that she had picked up for Emily earlier. After taking three calming breaths in the car she flicks on the ignition and is on her way.
When Naomi arrives at Emily's she finds her girlfriend sitting outside on the swinging bench reading. Emily looks up when she hears a car coming up the driveway, folds down the corner of her page and places the book aside. She looks really nice is all Naomi can think, suddenly over come with the feeling of being underdressed because Emily is wearing a white sundress with her hair pulled back out of her face, she looked anything but casual.
Emily's smile instantly falls when Naomi gets close enough to get a good look at her, her eyes trailing over Naomi's black eye and settling on the bandage over her eyebrow. She's up in an instant and in front of Naomi, tugging the blonde face down to access the wound.
"Naoms what happened?" Emily asks, sudden thought crossing her mind and making her blood boil," Did someone hit you or something?"
Naomi watches in amusement as Emily's body tenses, apparently going into "killer Emily" mode to defend her if it was needed.
"No, nothing like that," Naomi says, reaching an arm around Emily's waist in a comforting gesture, feeling Emily's muscles relax at her touch,' I was just trying to work of some nerves so I went surfing this morning and I guess I was distracted and fell. I just hit my head a bit is all."
"Hit your head a bit?" Emily repeats angrily," you've bled through the bandage and your eye's is all bruised! You probably need stitches, you should have called!"
"Emily relax okay," Naomi says," Im fine, my mom already looked at it and I'm going to the hospital tomorrow, I just didn't want to fuck up this dinner okay, so I'm here and ready and look I brought you flowers," Naomi hands the bouquet to her," Gerber daises, you favorite."
"You are so ridiculous." Emily says through a smile," you've got a gash on your forehead that probably needs stitches and you still manage to remember to bring me flowers, are you sure you've never done this relationship thing before? Because you're oddly good at it."
Naomi blushes then, eyeing Emily happily as she smells the flowers.
"And you blush for me, I love it." Emily adds.
"Okay enough, what do you call it, "taking the piss"," Naomi tries to remember.
"Very good British Naoms, my dad will be impressed," Emily smiles," Speaking of we should get inside, dinner is almost ready."
"Okay," Naomi gulps audibly, the pressure of the situation coming back at her at full force. But then Emily takes her hand and presses a chaste kiss to her lips and suddenly everything doesn't seem so dismal.
Emily leads her through the front door and Naomi takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever might be across the threshold. She isn't sure what she expects to find inside, maybe a dungeon and a fire breathing dragon that she would have to slay or something. But in reality it was just a really nice house. It was huge, high ceilings and brand new hardwood floors. Naomi's head snaps around taking in whats meant to be the entrance, lounge and what looked like a library, she could almost fit her whole house in just the first couple rooms of Emily's wonders briefly how much money the Fitches really had because this was just their summer home.
Emily notices her looking around in awe and rolls her eyes tugging on Naomi's hand until she begins to follow again. She leads Naomi down a long hallway, turning a couple times before they reach a dinning room and kitchen a little ways off. the dinning room table is huge, one of those that you only see in movies about rich people, but it isn't set and Naomi looks at Emily curiously.
"We're going to eat outside on the terrace," Emily says understanding Naomi's look.
"Terrace?" Naomi says dumbfounded," How come I never knew how loaded you are Emily?"
Emily rolls her eyes again, it had been nice having nobody here know about her parents financial situation. Everyone back in Bristol treated her different because of her trust fund, it felt nice to be normal for a change.
"Would it have changed anything?" Emily asks, trying to keep her voice light but the question had been weighing on her for a while now.
Naomi scoffs and shakes her head.
"I couldn't give less of a shit about money Emily," Naomi says sincerely," But maybe I would have let you pay a couple times!"
"Oi!" Emily exclaims, reaching up and dragging Naomi's face down into a kiss, losing herself in it until she hears someone clear their throat from across the room. Emily backs up so quickly that Naomi almost loses her balance and topples over but catches herself at the last moment. She scans the room for the reason Emily had freaked out.
She sees Emily's mother standing in the doorway to the dining room, her arms crossed over her chest and a look on her face that could kill, and Naomi thinks that maybe she was right about having to slay dragons after all. She's broken from her stare down with Mrs. Fitch by Emily tugging on her hand, she eye's Emily skeptically but follows her across the room regardless.
"Mum," Emily says once they've come to a stop in front of her mother," This is Naomi."
Naomi hesitantly reaches her hand out for Mrs Fitch to shake, sees her eyes narrow slightly, looking her up and down before she plasters on a fake smile and accepts the handshake. Naomi literally felt the sigh of relief that Emily let out, she wasn't sure if it was because Emily believed that her mom was pleased or that she was happy that her mom didn't make a scene. But either way Naomi felt slightly better that Emily was a little less tense.
"Naomi," Mrs Fitch says slowly, as if trying to decide if she liked the way it sounded," Emily has told me and her dad so much about you."
Naomi swallows audibly, wonders briefly if this was at all how Emily was feeling when she met Gina.
"Its nice to meet you," Naomi croaks out, seemingly losing her voice all of a sudden.
"Why don't you two head out to the terrace, dinner should be ready any minute and me and Rob will join you in a minute."
With that Emily's mother turns on her heel and heads back towards the kitchen. Emily takes Naomi's hand again and offers her a warm smile before leading her out through the back door towards the terrace where there was a long table set with four places.
"So just answer me this, if there's only four of us why do we need to use such a large table?" Naomi asks amused.
"Don't ask me," Emily laughs, leading Naomi to one side of the table where two tables settings were next to each other," Mum and dad always sit at the head of the table, and the bigger the table to more important they feel, or at least that's what me and Katie have decided. You should see the one we have back home in Bristol, we sit so far away from each other that we have to yell to have a proper conversation, its ridiculous!"
"Hmm sounds cozy," Naomi replies sarcastically, taking her seat next to Emily and eyeing the silverware in front of her. She has never seen so many forks in her life, now she felt even more in over her head." What are we having for dinner Emily?"
"Not sure actually, lets just pray she hasn't cooked herself because if she has you're in for a real treat Naoms," Emily grins.
"So what the fuck are all the forks for?" Naomi asks, blushing when she realizes how stupid it must have sounded.
"Well there will be several courses, there's a fork for each one," Emily explains, placing a comforting hand over Naomi's when she senses Naomi's discomfort," It's all about appearances, it really doesn't make a difference which fork you use."
"You could have warned me, I would have studied or something, now I'm gonna look like a complete idiot in front of your parents," Naomi says, her eyes scanning over the table setting in front of her in panic.
Emily watches Naomi in wonder, doesn't understand how anyone could believe that this creature in front of her was anything other than perfect. She feels a little guilty herself for believing the worst about Naomi when they first met, because now that she's gotten to know the real Naomi Emily can see that she really is one of the sweetest and most caring people she has ever met.
"I can show you," Emily says, wanting to rid Naomi of the panicked expression she was wearing as quickly as possible," Its not that difficult I swear."
Emily gives Naomi a crash course in fine dining as quickly as she could, knowing it wouldn't be much longer until her father joined them and made Naomi feel more awkward than she was already feeling. She's pleased with her efforts when after only a short amount of time Naomi is able to successfully identify each piece of cutlery without much trouble and is rewarded by Naomi kissing her on the cheek and whispering "Thank you" in her ear.
"Ladies," her fathers voice cuts through her and Naomi's comfortable silence, causing both of them to look in his direction instantly.
Naomi stands up abruptly and extends her hand, hoping she's doing the right thing, but feeling reassured when Mr. Fitch accepts her hand shake with a smile. His presence doesn't make her quake with fear the way his wife's does, he seems much more laid back Naomi thinks, understands completely why Emily claims herself to be a daddy's girl.
"Naomi," Mr Fitch says through a thick accent," Its so nice to finally meet the girl that has my Emily smiling so much lately."
Naomi looks to Emily and can't contain a small grin at the embarrassed look on her face.
"Its nice to meet you as well sir, Emily's has told me so much about you," Naomi replies, wondering to herself if maybe there was some way to lock Emily's mother in the kitchen and just have dinner with Mr. Fitch instead.
That thought is quickly dismissed when Naomi sees Mrs. Fitch striding across the lawn in their direction, looking like she's on a mission, a mission that Naomi can only assume at this point is to destroy her somehow.
"Well lets sit down then," Mrs. Fitch says, shooting her husband a look that Naomi can't quite read," Grace will bring out the first course right away."
As they took their seats and waited for the food to be served Naomi notices for the first time that all three of the Fitches are wearing white and she had chosen to wear black, marking her visually as the black sheep that she felt like at the moment.
They eat in moderate silence, the Fitches only asking Emily some questions about how her tennis lessons were that day and every now and then asking Naomi simple questions like where she went to high school and what her mother did for a living. Emily's father briefly brings up the bandage on Naomi's forehead and actually cracks what Naomi thought was a genuine smile when she told the story of her wipeout from earlier that day, which in hindsight was a little comical she realized once she started to recount it. And Naomi starts thinking for a second that her and Emily might just make it out of this dinner unscathed, that was until Jenna finished the last remnants of her dessert and pushed her plate away anyways. It was like Naomi could physically feel the atmosphere shift, Emily's mother, who up until this point seemed to be at least trying to hide her obvious distaste for her daughter's relationship, was now looking at Naomi through narrowed eyes as if she was sizing her up.
"So Naomi," Jenna says, the tone of her voice instantly making Naomi tense slightly," Emily tells me you work down at the little marina, something about being a being a boat tour guide?"
"Yes, I do tours and the odd surfing lesson when I have the time," Naomi replies, looking at Emily nervously.
"How much do you make at your job, if you don't mind me asking," Jenna asks, a look coming over her face that Naomi could only describe as a sneer.
"Mum!" Emily exclaims, staring at her mother in disbelief. This was exactly what she had worried about when she had invited Naomi over for dinner, she didn't want her mother to scare Naomi away," You don't have to answer that," Emily says turning to Naomi and giving her a reassuring look.
"No it's okay Em," Naomi says," I make ten dollars an hour."
Jenna audibly clears her throat, shooting Rob a look that didn't go unnoticed by Naomi.
"I know it's not much but it isn't forever, and It's just me and I really don't need a lot," Naomi suddenly felt the need to justify herself to Jenna, and even Rob who was just sitting silently at the other end of the table.
"Well what are your plans for the fall then?" Rob finally speaks up," Have you decided which University you're wanting to attend?"
Emily feels Naomi tense up even more and places what she hopes is a comforting hand on her thigh.
"Naomi really hasn't figured out what she wants to do with the future yet, she's going to be taking the next year off," Emily answers for her, sensing that Naomi was floundering for something to say.
"Ya I just haven't quite figured out if school is right for me," Naomi says quietly when she gathers herself again.
"But how can you figure out what you want to do with your life if you don't go to school? School is where you find your self," Jenna says, narrowing her eyes questioningly at Naomi who was really starting to sweat at this point," I mean you can't want to be a tour guide forever and there can't be much room for advancement there?"
Emily's eyes widen, she could literally feel the anger boiling up inside of her. She was literally a few seconds away from saying something to her mother that she might regret.
"Mother," Emily exclaims, glaring at her mum," Not everyone goes to University mother, and Naomi didn't say she wasn't going, she said she wasn't going next fall, that doesn't mean never."
"Okay okay fair enough," Jenna replies, raising her hands in defeat," It sounds like you two have discussed what you're going to do about next year then?"
Jenna shoots her eyes back and forth between Naomi and Emily, smiling inwardly at the look of complete confusion on her daughters girlfriends face, perhaps Emily hasn't been as honest with Naomi as she let on.
"Well I'll be staying here as far as I know, but Berkeley is only an hour and a half away, so I can visit Emily whenever, or vice versa you know," Naomi answers confidently, smiling at Emily.
"Berkeley?" Jenna questions, looking over at Rob and then back to Emily.
"Yes Berkeley mum," Emily says sternly, her eyes begging her mother to just drop it.
"But Emily's going to Brown," Jenna points out," All three of us sat down and looked over her choices and decided that Brown was the best fit."
Emily felt like the walls were caving in on her, she could actually feel Naomi pulling away, maybe not physically because she was still sitting there and holding her hand but she could feel her moving away mentally and emotionally. Emily desperately tried to catch Naomi's eye, to try and figure out what Naomi was thinking, but Naomi seemed intent on staring directly forward.
"You have told Naomi about Brown haven't you?" Jenna's voice cut through the awkward tension that had settled over the table.
"I was going to, I was going to talk to you tonight actually," Emily turns towards Naomi, forcing her to make eye contact and watching Naomi put on a fake smile.
"Its okay," Naomi says," We can talk later."
"Well it was great meeting you Naomi, but me and Jenna have a cocktail party to go to down the block, leave the dishes and someone will be around to clean them up shortly," Rob says.
And with that him and Jenna got up and, Rob shook Naomi's hand again and Jenna gave her a half smile before they made their way back into the house leaving Naomi and Emily alone once again. Naomi sat back down at the table and fiddled with the food still left on her plate, she needed to gather her thoughts before she spoke to Emily. She was sure that Emily didn't intentionally not tell her about Brown but Naomi couldn't help but feel that Emily had led her on a little. Allowing her to go on believing that everything was fine, that they actually had a future when really Emily was planning on moving across the country in three weeks.
"Why don't we go inside, I can show you my room?" Emily says hopefully.
She isn't naïve, she knows her and Naomi need to talk but doesn't want to do it here, the dinner table feeling now more like a battleground where her girlfriend took more than her share of abuse.
"Sure," Naomi agrees, standing up and extending her hand to allow Emily to lead her inside.
They retrace their steps from earlier when Naomi arrived, and make their way up the large staircase that was in front of the front door. Emily's room is very proper and not at all like Naomi would have expected it to be decorated, Naomi had a feeing that it had already been pre painted the awful lilac color that adorned the walls when they moved in and Emily had just went with it seeing as she wasn't planning on staying long. The thought of Emily leaving soon was eating her up inside, its not like she didn't know that this was coming because she did, but she had no idea Emily would be going so far away, basically as far away as she could get from her without leaving the country. She didn't want to think about it though, the last think Naomi wanted to do was to make Emily feel guilty for getting into such a good school, if Brown was where Emily wanted to go then she was going to go no matter how much it was going to break Naomi's heart to watch her leave.
Naomi turns her attention to the pictures scattering the room, figures that by surrounding herself with snapshots of her life Emily felt like she was making this place a little more her own, a little more like home.
"Is this Katie?" Naomi says when she comes across a photo of Emily and a girl who looks similar to her.
"Ya that's "Katie Fucking Fitch" as she likes to be called," Emily mocks what Naomi assumes is the way that Katie talks.
The picture is of them at some sort of formal or something and they're wearing the same purple off the shoulder dress but Naomi still can't believe anyone would ever be able to get them confused. Emily looked so shy but so beautiful at the same time, and Katie looked cocky and a little too made up for her tastes.
"You don't look anything alike," Naomi feels the need to point out.
"You don't think so?" Emily says, giving her a strange look.
"Well obviously there are similarities but you aren't the same, you're so much more beautiful," Naomi says nonchalantly as she places the picture frame back down on the shelf.
Emily feels herself flush, is a little thankful that Naomi is looking in the other direction because she's sure the look on her face at the moment was something similar to a love sick puppy. But Naomi doesn't turn back and face her, she just continues wandering around, looking at photo's and trinkets and anything really to avoid having the conversation that Emily knows they're both dreading.
"Naomi can you stop fidgeting and come over here and talk to me," Emily says softly, patting the space next to her on the bed," Please?"
And Naomi can't deny that, has a hard enough time denying Emily anything but finds it nearly impossible to when Emily says please in such a desperate tone of voice.
So she stops wandering the room and sits down next to her girlfriend, allows Emily to take her hand and smiles reassuringly at the red head.
"I was going to tell you," Emily speaks so quietly that its almost a whisper.
"Its okay," Naomi replies," I'm not upset, it was just a shock is all."
"Stop doing that," Emily says abruptly causing Naomi eye's to widen slightly, her brain running in over drive to try and figure out what she had possibly said that was wrong," Stop pretending that nothings wrong, stop holding everything in just to make me feel better."
Naomi doesn't know what to say, the entire situation sucks but in her mind there really isn't much use wallowing in it because all it would do would be to waste the time that they have together and wouldn't change anything anyways. She wants to tell Emily that she's terrified about next year, that she's all opened up with no defenses left and she's afraid that when Emily leaves she wont be able to make it alone and she hates feeling so code-pendant. But she doesn't, doesn't want to make things any harder for Emily than she's sure they already are, so she opts for a joke instead, hoping to lighten the mood for a little while at least.
"Would you prefer I try to make you feel bad?" Naomi replies with a lopsided grin
Emily rolls her eyes at Naomi's attempt to make her smile, though she can't help but crack a small one despite herself.
"No but I'd rather if you'd tell me what you're really thinking instead of trying to make me happy all the time," Emily rewords herself," Just stop burying everything inside, I want to know what you think and what you feel about everything."
"Look you want me to be honest? Okay then, yes Emily it hurt being railroaded by your mother at dinner. She made me feel like I was the smallest thing on the planet and then she told me about Brown when it should have been you which made me feel even smaller. But I believe that you were going to tell me, I know it couldn't have been an easy subject to bring up so it really wouldn't be fair to be angry with you for it, the situation sucks Emily, but it doesn't change the way I feel about you, we'll figure something out okay?" Naomi brings her free hand up to cup Emily's cheek, tilting her head up again when it started to drop.
"When did you get so mature," Emily says through sniffles, Naomi's fingers quickly catching the few stray tears that had managed to spill out," Everything is going to be okay right?"
Emily looked so unsure of herself that Naomi couldn't help but want to be a little stronger for her, even though there was a nagging sense of doom clouding the back of her mind, reminding her that fairytales aren't real and that just because two people are meant for each other doesn't always mean they end up together.
"Everything is going to be fine," Naomi says with as much conviction as she can muster, pulling Emily towards her and allowing her girlfriend to bury her face in her neck.
It was amazing how all Naomi's lingering doubts and fears could disappear when she was holding Emily, it was like when the smaller girl was in her arms she had the ability to block out everything else in the world and allow them to just exist for a bit. And right now holding Emily close Naomi actually started to believe that maybe everything really would be alright after all.