A/N: Hey guys, here's your update! I wrote this with my little sister – I mean I wrote it, she came up with all the ridiculously fluffy stuff and me the angsty&fluffy part at the end :P Title is a little strange but we couldn't think of anything - so anyway, read enjoy and review or I won't update again;) I'm tired and rambling so I'll shut up now….

I was nearly asleep when Nikki slipped into bed. She snuggled in close to me, trying not to wake me up, and ultimately failing. I opened my eyes to look at her and she kissed the tip of my nose, giggling cutely. She tucked a stray curl behind my ear and stroked my face gently until I fell asleep. As my eyes fluttered shut, I wondered if she would remember that tomorrow was Valentine's Day. I doubted she would. After all, she probably wouldn't remember Christmas without me. Only time would tell.

I woke up to hear the smoke alarm going off. I wondered momentarily if I should get up, but decided not to. Nikki had recently developed a passion for what she called "cooking", and what I called "homemade poison". I assumed the blaring that was reverberating through the house was the consequences of that. She can't seem to accept the fact that the smoke alarm going off when you're cooking is a bad thing – on the contrary, she'll shout back at it telling it to 'stop cheering me on, I can manage myself, you know!' I didn't wait to hear her sassy yelling and instead pulled the pillow over my head and once again fell asleep.

*Nikki POV*

I put everything onto the plate, smiling at the presentation. I'd nearly set the kitchen on fire earlier but thankfully Lorraine had slept through it – I looked in on her once I had managed to smash the bastard smoke alarm and she was asleep with the pillow on her face – silly girl, doesn't she know that can kill you? After placing a tulip in a mug (because I'm cool like that) I carried the tray to the table and ran silently into our bedroom, slipping over to the bed. Lorraine's bare foot was hanging off the bed and I barely resisted the urge to tickle her, only managing not to because the plan I already had in mind was much better – and funnier.

I grabbed hold of said foot and tugged it, hard. Lorraine sat up in shock and the pillow fell from her face. Before she could cry out, I pulled her off the bed by the ankle and dragged her out of the bedroom, down the hall, through the lounge and into the kitchen. Her arms flailed around as I pulled her on her back, and she introduced me to, erm, the more colourful aspect of her wide vocabulary.

*Lorraine POV*

It seemed there was no end to the rude awakenings Nikki was presenting to me. God, I adore her but there's only so much a woman can take early on a Saturday morning. It was for that reason that I chose to swear at her so many times from the floor – and also because my arse really hurt where she'd yanked me off the bed. She didn't seem to care, though. As we reached the threshold between the lounge and the kitchen, she bent down and lifted me into her arms, bridal style. It was perhaps the most humane – and undoubtedly adorable - thing she'd done all morning.

Nikki backed into the kitchen, me still in her arms and practically moonwalked over to the table. She deposited me in a chair and pushed a tray towards me, then sat down across the table, almost bouncing with excitement. I pulled the tray a little closer. On it was a plate of bacon, egg, sausage and two mugs – one with tea inside and the other as a vase for a tulip. I raised my eyebrows at Nikki in amusement and she joke scowled - "I'm cool like that! Don't judge me!" I started to eat and realised Nikki must have been practising her cooking - the sausages were only a little burnt and she'd managed to fry an egg for the first time without the yolk breaking.

Nikki stood up after a few minutes and went to turn the kettle on. I barely noticed, and nudged the bacon across the plate so I could cut it better. It was then I discovered the little hash brown that had been hiding under the bacon. It was cut into the shape of a loveheart and the letters 'L, N' had been painstakingly engraved into it. I reached over and grabbed my phone off the windowsill, swiftly taking a picture of the cute little heart, and then replaced it just as Nikki turned around.

This time Nikki pulled her chair round the table and sat next to me. She smiled warmly as she took a sip of her tea and I mimicked her movements exactly. We sat like that for a few more minutes, Nikki laying her head on my shoulder and sighing contentedly. After a while I put my fingertips under her chin and gently lifted her face so she was looking at me, and then I began to talk.

"Wait here, babe, I need to get something." I stood up and flitted into the lounge. My excitement was almost uncontainable; I'd been waiting for this moment for months! I dropped to my knees by the sofa and reached underneath it for the thing I'd kept a secret for so long. I pulled it out and hugged it to my chest, skipping back to the kitchen.

*Nikki POV*

Lorraine danced back into the kitchen, her arms wrapped round some sort of mystery object. She sat down beside me and put it right next to my cup of tea. I lifted it up and smiled when I realised what it was – a beautiful, big, red leather book that looked as though it must have cost a fortune. On the front was Lorraine's unique, swirly handwriting which said 'Our Story'. I went to open the book but Lorraine put her hand on my arm, suggesting we go into the lounge with it. I reluctantly stood up and followed Lorraine and we snuggled up together on the sofa. Lorraine had taken her plate with her and she tore the bacon in half, insistently pushing a piece into my mouth as I tucked my feet under me.

I chewed thoughtfully as I opened the book and looked at the first page. I grinned at what I saw – printed out screenshots of the first time we'd texted each other- which was also the time I asked Lorraine out for a drink. The next page was a few pictures of the both of us at the pub with the rest of the staff. Lorraine giggled next to me and tapped one of the pictures. I looked at it and saw Christine and Michael sitting together wearing red deely boppers, and then I noticed Lorraine, Tom, and I sitting behind them photobombing, with ridiculous, grotesque faces.

We continued to look through the book, which was completely filled with screen shots of our texts, emails, tweets, and letters. Lorraine had managed to find every single picture of both of us and she stuck them in too. There were the little Post-its that we like to leave for each other in the staffroom – usually stuck on the bottom of the cookie jar. It endeared me to think that she had kept every single one. She'd written little diary entry things as well – talking about silly little things that we've done – like the time I "accidently" used her paperwork to light the barbeque, and how she got her revenge; making me hot chocolate that was cold before bed and putting shaving cream on top instead of whipped cream.

By the time we reached the end of the book, several hours had passed and we'd laughed about every single snippet that was contained within it. I found myself yawning and I glanced upwards to look at the clock on the wall, which read 14:28. Lorraine laughed at my shocked expression – "You look like a fish out of water!" – and went into the kitchen to make drinks. I turned my attention back to the book and found myself absent-mindedly tracing the swirly writing on the front with my finger. It must've taken Lorraine months to find all the pictures and Post-it's, and hours to put it all together. To know that she had spent so much time for the sole purpose of making me smile made me feel important and special in a way that nobody had ever made me feel before. It was so alien and new to me that I felt tears ebbing at the corners of my eyes and I wiped them away harshly – furious at myself for showing a sign of weakness, however mundane.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to console myself and after padding across the room, sat down on the arm of the armchair by window, where the silvery icicles on the sycamore trees outside captured my attention and held it. In seconds I felt the angst slipping away and I leant my elbows on the windowsill and let my chin rest in my hands. Minutes later I was locked in a trance and I didn't hear Lorraine coming in with huge mugs of hot chocolate. She seemed to notice this and crept up behind me, digging her fingers into my sides and hissing "BOO!" in my ear. I reacted by screaming loudly and falling backwards into her lap. Lorraine burst into a fit of helpless giggles while I tried to teach myself how to breathe again. Once we'd managed to compose ourselves and I'd ensured I wasn't at risk of getting fright-induced asthma, Lorraine turned on the radio and we started drinking our hot chocolate. And for the rest of the day, that was where we stayed – just the both of us in a silent haven of happiness.

Finis.