Author Note; The final instalment of this story. It's a bit rushed but enjoy :) Review, tell me what you liked, hated, if you think it could go further, or even if you want me to begin my newest fic; The Romancing of Emily Fitch. But Review! :D

I woke up with a smile on my face, memories of Emily engulfing my senses; the rain, climaxing together, being woken at one in the morning by a very horny Emily, waking Emily at four because I'm very horny and finally falling asleep with a very cute Emily in my arms and smile on my face. I roll over in bed, my hand reaching for my beautiful redhead only to be reaching into thin air. I don't open my eyes, panic and sadness filling me as I struggle not to cry. I breathe deeply and heavily, trying to suppress my sobs.

The plucking of string notes, pull me from my conscious, and I sit up, nearly breaking my neck as I snapped it around, my mouth hanging open and eyes nearly bulging at the sight before me.

My room was filled with orchids in vases, bundles and wrapped up, the sweet smell was overpowering and I couldn't help but let out a teary giggle. All kinds of colours and sizes; I was in complete awe. I smiled because there was only one person who knew how much I loved the delicate flower and she was presently sitting cross legged completely naked on my desk, playfully strumming my guitar, the sexiest smirk I have ever seen on her lips.

"Thought I'd gone?" she whispered to me smiling.

"Not at all", I smile at her, before standing up gathering the sheet around me and kissing her softly, "it's beautiful, Ems, but I don't deserve it"

I look around the room and finally looking down at the floor, sadly. A hand grabs my chin, and Emily's soulful eyes bore into mine

"You do deserve it, and so much more", she tells me before kissing me deeply before pulling away and resting her forehead against mine, " I love you Naomi Campbell, I've always fucking loved you"

"I love you too, Emily", I whisper back, a stray tear falling down my cheek

"The truth is Naomi, no one makes me as angry, upset, sad or just down right pissed but no one makes me as happy as you do. I love you", she smiles to me our heads still resting and I stare into Emily's chocolate eyes seeing everything I ever wanted

"I know", I mutter to her before linking my fingers with hers, closing my eyes as I tell her, "I love you too because the truth is, I was born the day I fell in love with you and I'll die before I ever stop"

"I've made a thousand mistakes Emily, but the one moment I regret was not staying with you. Not having the courage to stay, cause honestly I was looking for the moment you let me down to walk away" I tell her, "But I was wrong because I may be scared to be with you but I'm more scared to be without you".

Emily kisses me then, stopping my rant and words allowing our actions to convey all our deep hidden feelings. The kiss conveys everything between us love, fidelity, faith, affection, desire, stability and longevity, it's bittersweet and right and wrong all at the same time. We pull back panting and a thought occurs to me.

"Ems, did you ever get my postcard?" I asked her, suddenly remembering my two words that summed up everything that was Emily for me.

In true Effy fashion, Emily just smiled and jumped off the desk and walked over to wear her jeans sat discarded from last night, while I stared at her beautiful naked body.

"Don't look at my bum", she growled at me before grinning and picked something out of her pants pocket.

As she got closer I realized it was my postcard, scrunched up but still the same as the day I posted it.

"It hasn't left my possession since I received it" Emily murmurs to me, before tugging the sheet off my body and pulling me towards my bed, "You're it for me as well".

The next year seemed to fly by, Emily and Cook had officially moved in with Effy and I, but unofficially we still kept Effy's loft in case one of needed it for work or just to get away. We had talked about moving out and getting our own places but we decided we were a family and wanted to stay together.

The first few months it hadn't been easy with the more than occasional screaming match but the make up sex was definitely worth the fight. Emily's café was booming, Effy's shows now were exhibiting the beauty of the naked body and Cook had been more than willing to be her muse, and much to my dismay even Emily had offered to be a model. My travel journal had been published, praised as a sensual lover's internal growth and guide to domestic Cyprus, and I had dedicated it to Emily and Effy, the two loves of my life.

Effy and Cook were unexpectedly expecting, and Freddie was ecstatic at the thought of a little brother or sister. Emily and I had talked about children and even picked a donor, but with work and Effy and Cook's new, we hadn't found the time to take it any further. Through Cook and Emily, Effy and I had reconnected with the rest of the gang, holding some rather memorable and even unmemorable (due to alcohol excess) parties at our house.

For the moment life seemed to be turning out pretty unexpectedly good, sure sometimes I was a twat and drove Emily crazy and sometimes Emily was a moody minger but that was love.

"Naomi, you twat, I've been talking to you for the past ten minutes", Emily snaps me out of my reverie, smiling as she hands me a glass of wine and instructs me to take the bottle out onto the table.

Sitting at the table, Cook and Effy were laughing with Freddie and they all grinned at me as I poured the wine and Emily followed behind with a huge platter of spaghetti bolognas.

As I glanced at the five of us around the table, I feel a sense of content flow over me and I smile, before turning to Effy and Cook.

"So what's this big news, we already know Effy's knocked up, what else is there?", I smirk when Effy pokes her tongue out at me

"We're getting married, Naomikins, I asked her to hitch me and I don't know why but she's said yes, probably cause she knows no one will want her once she's the size of a Volvo", Cook booms over the table.

A night of congratulation hugs, wine and reminiscing followed and I was shocked at the slight jealousy I felt at Cook and Effy's leaps forward in their relationship, a baby and marriage but I knew Emily and I would get there and I smiled as I feel her hand lazily tracing shapes over my inner thigh and squeezing it in reassurance.

As we settle in for a movie after Freddie goes to bed, I pull Emily into a passionate kiss and she giggles as I peck her on the nose.

"Naoms, I forgot to get the mail in, would you mind?" she calls to me as I stand up to get another glass of wine.

"Sure thing, want a glass of red? You didn't have one with dinner", I smile at her, indicating to my glass

"Nah I'm okay thanks babe", she replies before turning back to the TV.

I wander outside and to the mailbox, smiling at our rundown but homely cottage and how some things never change. Flicking through the mail; Bills, bills, Cook's porn, postcard, letter from my editor, wait what?

I glance at the postcard in the moonlight I can see it's from London and addressed to me. I walk inside perplexed, wondering why anyone would send me a postcard from London. Coming into the light, I'm frozen as I finally make out the words on the postcard. I begin to grin madly as I make two words written in Emily's neat handwriting.

I'm pregnant.

Fin.

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