Victoria sits in her office, clueless as to what to write. She was supposed to start her memoirs, but she didn't know what to say. Her publisher told her it would be a good way for her to out her relationship with Joy. But Victoria, suddenly becoming conscious of Joy's feelings about the book, she wanted Joy's opinion.

Joy peers inside Victoria's office. She knew Victoria needed to talk, and she had a strong feeling that it had to do with her memoirs.

'Babe, come in. I'm highly betting you know what this is about.'

Joy looks at her, sighing. 'Yeah, it's about your memoirs. They want you to write about us, don't they?'

Victoria types a few strokes, and then stops. 'Yeah, they do.' She sighs, looking down at her mahogany desk, the one Joy got her for their birthday celebration.

'Well, what are you going to write about us?'

Victoria smiles, 'I already did write the first part. Would you read it, tell me if it's alright?' she gets up, and motions for Joy to take her seat. Joy sits, and looks intently at the screen.

When we first met, we were younger. I being a bit older, but I don't look my age. She was just starting out, as was I. I had ended a relationship between myself and another unnamed male, something about me not being too interested in a relationship. She, much to my surprise was single. We hit it off instantly, and a beautiful friendship spanned from there. We spent twenty three years as best friends and I in that time went through five marriages and five divorces, and three children. When my career went south, and Mel wanted to move and have us stay with her, I was scared, intrigued by this city. But I fast grew used to it, and that's when I noticed, that I was having feelings for Joy. I found out much later she had the same, but she wasn't sure if I was into that kind of thing. One day I caught her checking me out as I bent over. She only smiled, and bit her lip. I smiled, and returned to what it was I was doing.

The next day was our girls' day. We watched a movie, and I felt someone grab my hand. Looking over, it was Joy. I did not squirm, I smiled and she returned the smile back. She reveals she's in love with me and I was taken back, but accepted it as I was in love with her too. I loved the way she spoke; her British accent was music to my ears. I could listen to her all day long if it was possible. She stands there at about five foot ten, chestnut brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She also has a smile that radiates the whole room when she does smile. She's feisty and snarky and I love her more than anyone else in the world. She completes me.

Joy stops reading, and starts crying, 'Babe, that was the sweetest thing you've said.' She presses Victoria into a hug. Victoria sees Joy cry and starts crying herself.

'I just love you so much sometimes that it hurts. I love you more than anyone else I've ever loved before. Continue reading, won't you?'

Joy nods, and continues reading the piece.

I love how it turned out. I love her more and more each day. Each minute with her I treasure, because I love her and want to spend the rest of my life with her. She made me realize that underneath the self-absorbed, cynical self, is a vulnerable person who is looking for love and appreciation.

Joy breaks down in tears again, falling into Victoria's arms. Victoria holds her, pressing gentle kisses against her head. In silence for a few moments, she holds her, stroking her hair, pressing a few kisses against her head again.

'Hush, babe…please don't cry. I don't like to see you cry.'

Joy looks up and smiles. 'I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm happy. Why didn't you tell me in detail that this is how you felt about us?'

Victoria sighs, and continues. 'I was scared to; scared you didn't feel the same way. That's why I never said much of my feelings.'

Joy motions for her to sit in her lap, and Victoria happily obliges. Sitting, Joy wraps her arms around Victoria.

'Babe, I've felt the same way about us for a long time. I love you, and this is the first real relationship I've had where I can be me…Joy. And you've never judged me.'

Victoria smiles, 'Dear, that's because we were friends before lovers. I've known all your shortcomings, and I love you regardless. I wouldn't marry you if I didn't love you. I love you and can't wait until the big day, the day we seal our relationship.'

Joy throws her arms around Victoria and hugs her.

'I love what you said; I can't wait until we marry…making it official between us.'

Victoria kisses her on the lips, and pulls her in closer to her.

'I love when you talk marriage, speaking of it, how do we want our wedding? Big, small…outlandish?'

Joy smiles at the talk of their upcoming wedding. They had already secured the date, and now it was on to create something they could handle.

'I want it to be true to our tastes.'

Victoria strokes her hair, and smiles, 'A group of our closest friends, food, alcohol, dancing…is that what you're thinking?'

Joy grins. 'You're on target, my lady.'

Victoria presses her into another hug. 'Sweetheart, you know me all too well.'

Joy sighs, and makes a face. 'Well, of course I do love muffin.'

Victoria raises an eyebrow. 'Love muffin? What's with the pet names lately? First it was Snuggles, now its love muffin.'

Joy smiles sweetly at her. 'Consider it a term of endearment.'

Victoria takes her hand, lacing her fingers through her own.

'I kind of like this…terms of endearment.'