Author's Note: Happy update Sunday everyone! Some people left reviews saying that they were either depressed or wondering when things would turn around for Naomi and Emily - things definitely turn around for them this chapter. However, on a different note, this is my way of showing you their life and it won't always be easy and daisies and roses. There are hard things that they will have to deal with as a couple and a family. This isn't pure fluff because life isn't pure fluff. I'm trying to make things as accurate as possible, so I hope that clears things up.

I think I replied to almost every review I got on the last chapter...I can't really remember as it has been a very hectic week. I'm getting ready to head back to Canada (yay!) and my time in England is coming to a close. Since my flight is on Friday and due to the time difference and settling in and such, I'm not sure that you will get the regularly scheduled update next Sunday, but I will try my best to get it out to you as soon as possible!

I recommend listening to Landslide while reading the chapter - whether it be the Fleetwood Mac version, or the Dixie Chicks version, or the Glee version is up to you :)

As usual, I don't own or have anything to do with Skins.

Chapter 15: Landslide

Friday, August 9th, 2013

It was the day of my father's funeral. Emily, Natalie and I had gone to Oxford Street early in the morning before the service to buy cheap black dresses that we could throw away after the funeral. I didn't want to ever have to see or wear the dress again. Emily and Natalie felt the same way about their dresses. Emily snuck into my dressing room and so we could have a quick and quiet conversation about all the pregnancy related stuff I'd been trying to keep quiet so Natalie wouldn't figure out that we were expecting.

"I think it's bad luck for a pregnant woman to go to a funeral," Emily said as she spun me around to zip up my dress, which I'd already paid for. We were headed straight to the church after we were done dress shopping, so there was no time to stop at Nat's flat to get changed.

Emily pursed her lips at the underwhelming dress. "Not bad," she murmured.

I hadn't started showing at all yet, save for my boobs which had already gotten fuller. I was quite thankful that I wasn't showing. Emily and I didn't really have a whole lot of money to spend on new maternity clothes since we were saving as much as we could to spend on the baby. I was going to try to stay in my normal clothes for as long as possible. Effy started showing when she was only 6 weeks along, and that was only one week away for me. I was just hoping that I'd be one of those oddball pregnant women that didn't show until they were six or seven months along.

"I've heard that it's bad luck to go to a funeral when you're pregnant, too, but I can't not go to my dad's funeral," I whispered. "God, my boobs are popping out of this dress."

Emily smiled. "I'm not complaining," she mumbled. "Have you got any morning sickness yet?"

I shook my head. Effy had constant-sickness since even before she took a pregnancy test, so I found it rather lucky that I hadn't had any morning sickness yet. I felt more tired at the end of the day, but that was about it.

"Do you think Nat's noticed anything?" I whispered. Emily shrugged and smoothed a few creases out of my dress.

"I doubt it," Emily whispered before quickly kissing me. "See you out there in a minute."

She snuck out of my dressing room, and I heard the sound of her dressing room door quietly clicking shut.

All three of us met in the fitting room in our drab black dresses, and silently walked out of the shop. Natalie hailed a cab, and we headed straight to the church for the ceremony. There weren't very many people there, only a few business associates and family members...nobody that Emily and I knew. Natalie greeted everyone, thanked them for coming and introduced them to Emily and I. We offered them an unsure smile after each introduction. I couldn't be bothered to remember anyone's names, and I'm sure Emily didn't bother either. I was just surprised Emily and I hadn't combusted into flames as soon as we walked into the church – married lesbians expecting their first child together out of wedlock weren't exactly the Church's favourite type of people, after all.

We sat through the terribly boring funeral. I watched people walk up to the podium and say a few words about my father, even getting emotional over his death and I realized that each and every one of them knew my father better than I did. Emily squeezed my hand in assurance, as though she could tell what I was thinking about. She brought my hand up to her lips and gently kissed it.

After the funeral, a few people from the service, including Natalie, were heading to the cemetery to bury my father. Emily and I had already decided that we wouldn't go to the burial, since my father's lawyer was coming to Natalie's place to read the will. Emily and I were to go back to the flat, tidy up a bit and make ourselves look presentable. Once Natalie was back from the burial, the will was going to be read. Natalie had already assured me that the will was written when my father was lucid, so this was going to be the only way I'd ever really find out how he felt about me.

Natalie hailed a cab and drove to the cemetery behind the Herz which carried my father. Emily and I hailed a cab and went back to the flat.

"I'm exhausted," I said as I let myself in to the flat and took off my shoes. "And it's only 1:30."

Emily nodded at me. We didn't say anything else as we walked to the guest bedroom to get changed. I didn't know how to feel about everything that was happening. My father was dead, but I didn't really know the man. Was it bad that I didn't really feel sad over his death, or was that normal? I was so grateful that I had Emily by my side the whole time, never questioning my actions or feelings. She supported me one hundred percent. Even if she couldn't understand what I was going through, she still supported me.

We changed into more comfortable clothes and threw away our horrible funeral dresses as planned. Natalie ended up making it home even before my father's lawyer showed up, and she promptly changed and threw her funeral dress away too. Emily busied herself making tea sandwiches and laying out scones and biscuits for when the lawyer arrived. Natalie and I busied ourselves watching crappy TV.

My father's lawyer finally showed up an hour later, making him an hour and a half late.

"Sorry, sorry," he said hurriedly as he walked in and set his things down on the dining room table, almost knocking over a tray of Emily's perfectly arranged scones. Emily looked horrified. "Traffic was really horrible getting here. I hope you haven't been waiting long."

Natalie shrugged and we all sat down at the table. Emily seemed so cross over her plate of scones that she didn't offer to make anybody coffee or tea like we'd planned. I smiled, stifling laughter as I grabbed her hand under the table. She looked up at me and smiled once she saw the smile on my face, trying to tell her she was being silly and to just let the scone thing go.

"Okay, so let's get right to it," the lawyer said, not bothering to introduce himself to us. "Are all parties mentioned in the will present?"

Natalie nodded. "Yes, this is Mrs. Naomi Fitch-Campbell and this is her partner, Mrs. Emily Fitch-Campbell."

The lawyer nodded and offered us his hand. "Mr. Fitzherbert, pleased to meet you," he said as he quickly shook my hand and then Emily's.

He took out a neat file folder and opened it. "Okay... let's just get this done as quickly and painlessly as possible. Since Mr. Neil Roberts' wife died some years ago, he leaves his house, business, and £325 000 to his daughter, Natalie Roberts. A trust fund has been set up for any children Miss. Roberts may have, valued at £325 000. Mr. Neil Roberts leaves £325 000 to Naomi Fitch-Campbell and £325 000 to Naomi's wife, Emily Fitch-Campbell. A trust fund has been set up for any children the Fitch-Campbells may have, valued at £325 000. Neil's personal account, valued at £500 000 is to be donated to a charity of Natalie's choice."

"Holy shit," Emily whispered.

I was completely in shock. I knew my father was rich, but I had no idea he was that rich.

Later that night, after dinner and the shock of the reading of my father's will, Emily and I went to climb into bed.

"I can't believe your father left us £650 000, not including the trust fund for our children. What the hell are we going to do with that money?" Emily said as she turned down the bed.

I was still in shock. I couldn't even imagine that much money. We had so many possibilities now. I could take time off work to raise the baby and not have to worry about how Emily and I would manage to pay the bills. We could go on vacation if we wanted to. We could buy a proper house, instead of staying in our flat that we'd eventually outgrow. We would be able to send our children to the best schools.

"I have no clue what we're going to do. I don't know anything about investments or stock options. I just...I don't know," I said, climbing into bed and rubbing my eyes. I felt completely exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally. The day had been too full, from the funeral to finding out that my father left Emily and I £650 000. The pregnancy was also starting to take its toll on my body. The mere thought of having that much money and not knowing what to do with it was making me sick. I couldn't understand it – Natalie was acting completely normal, and my world had been turned upside down. We were suddenly £650 000 richer than we had been this morning.

"Hey," Emily said, sending me a smile as she got into bed and opened her arms so I could cuddle into her. "Whatever we decide to do with that money, we'll decide together, okay? This is a great thing that your father did for us, so there's no reason why you should be sad about it. We'll be able to give our children a great life."

I nodded against her chest, though I couldn't help but think that if this was what my father decided to leave me in his will, it must have meant that he did actually care about me. And that thought, that tiny possibility, left me more confused now than I had been since I first found Natalie.

Saturday, August 10th, 2013

Emily and I left the next morning, convinced that Natalie would be able to manage things on her own, since she seemed much more prepared for our father's death than I had been. It became obvious at the reading of the will that Natalie was much more prepared for everything than I'd imagined, and was definitely more aware of my father's finances. I was completely thrown by the amount of money my father left Emily and I. I knew we'd get something, but I didn't expect £650 000. I was so excited to be heading back to Bristol and back to our normal lifestyle, I barely managed to get any sleep the night before. Or at least, that was what I was trying to tell myself. I really hadn't been able to get any sleep because I'd been up the whole night being sick. Emily stayed up with me until three in the morning, holding my hair back for me when I was sick and comforting me the whole time. I stayed up on my own after I told Emily to head back to bed and get some sleep. It seemed as though my happy days of no pregnancy nausea were over, even though they'd only lasted a week.

By about six in the morning, on zero hours of sleep and eight hours of nausea and vomiting, I managed to peel myself off the bathroom floor and get dressed and packed to head back to Bristol.

"Emily," I whispered as I shook Emily awake as gently as possible. "Can we go now? I miss Libby and Katie and Effy and I feel disgusting."

Emily groaned and got out of bed. "Fine, fine, just because I love you and because I feel bad that you've been sick all night, I'll get out of bed at 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday."

"Thank you," I mumbled before throwing myself into the armchair in the guest bedroom. Emily got herself ready and finished packing for me. I dozed off while she packed. Emily shook me awake gently and kissed me on the cheek. She smiled and handed me my shoes, which I slowly and tiredly put on.

"Come on, darling, let's go home," she said quietly. She grabbed my hand and helped me get out of the chair, which was quite difficult since I was so tired. "Thank you for sacrificing so much for our baby."

I rolled my eyes and smiled at her. The nausea was pretty bad but I'd do it a million times over for our family. Well...maybe not a million times. Maybe two or three or even four times.

We said goodbye to Nat and thanked her for letting us stay with her. I promised Nat that we would phone when things calmed down to arrange a weekend where she could come down to Bristol and visit us. Natalie agreed and seemed very enthusiastic about the idea.

The train ride was short and sweet, mostly because Emily and I slept the whole journey. When we finally got to Effy and Katie's, I was so excited to be back home and to see Libby that I let myself in using my "only for emergencies" key. Libby was sat on the staircase just in front of the door, looking horribly sad and mopey. As soon as she saw Emily and I, she ran down the stairs, barking and yapping and biting at our feet and giving us kisses. Effy and Katie came downstairs, Effy looking absolutely horrible and pale and Katie looking tired.

"Up all night having wild sex?" I asked jokingly. Effy rolled her eyes and Katie snorted.

"Yeah right. More like up all night holding Effy's hair back while she was sick," Katie replied, grabbing Effy's hand and kissing it gently. "My poor darling is not doing well with the nausea."

Emily smiled a secret smile at me. We kept our visit short, claiming we were excited to get Libby home and get settled again, but really we were terrified that we were going to let something baby-related slip. Effy and Katie knew about my father's death, but they didn't know about our inheritance yet, and I imagined that would have to be a conversation held over a quiet dinner, rather than telling a nauseated Effy and a tired Katie that we were suddenly £650 000 richer, not including the trust fund set up for our children.

When we finally got home, I took a quick shower while Emily made a light lunch and played with Libby, who was still rather excited to see us. I sat down at the kitchen table feeling much more refreshed. Emily set down my plate in front of me and sat across from me, smiling the whole time.

"What are you so happy about, darling?" I asked. I felt rather hungry now, and as such, found myself greedily digging into my turkey and cranberry sauce sandwich and side salad.

Emily smiled up at me and I saw that tears were glistening in her eyes. I grabbed her hand over the table, sensing that these were happy tears. I'd seen Emily cry so many sad tears that the sight of her happy tears made me smile and start to cry myself.

"I'm just...things are finally turning around for us, Naoms. Our baby, the inheritance...even meeting Natalie. Now our baby has one more Auntie that will love him just as much as Katie and Effy will. I can't wait to tell people about the baby, so I can show everyone how happy I am...how happy we are," Emily said, brushing away the few stray tears that fell down her face.

"I'm really happy too," I said, leaning over the table to kiss Emily gently.

Author's Note: Okay, so... I really want to hear your baby thoughts! We're going to skip ahead a few weeks in the next chapter, and it won't be long till Naomi and Emily will find out the baby's sex. What do you think they'll be having - boy or girl? I already know the sex of the baby and the baby's full name, but I think it'll be so fun to see what you guys think I have planned! So leave a review letting me know what you thought of the chapter, and also whether you think the baby will be a boy or girl! :)