A/N:
You blink as the light comes through the window. She's sleeping, and just as you've done for the last couple of days you watch her. You mean it, she was always the most beautiful woman you encountered, always the most stunning. There's a glow around her, a presence that drew you towards her, like a moth to a flame. You smile at that, realising just how self destructive that might be.
She stirs and opens her eyes. "Happy Christmas."
You smile, and then you feel sad. This is the last time you'll experience it, you're so used to firsts with her, accepting the lasts is hard. She was the first girl you kissed, the first person you loved, the first sex, the first everything.
You have no idea how you'll manage, but you pretend, just for her, because you can't stand to make this harder.
"I've got presents. Not great ones, but as much as I could manage. Shall we sleep a bit more and then open them later? Gina said she'll be arriving around lunch." You inform her.
She shakes her head, "can we open them now? Just the two of us."
"Ok, but like I said they're pretty shit." You confirm.
"Em, nothing you ever got me was shit..." She replies.
You stare at her and remember the time you bought her a kettle when you were at uni, it was all you could afford and you bloody well needed it.
You got such a bollocking, "buy me anything again with a plug and I'll kill you."
You sit up and give her the first present.
"Ooh, squishy. Not really sure what this is. It's not your normal pattern." She challenges.
She rips the paper open and finds a blonde wig, "Jesus Em, I know you weren't exactly comfortable with the brunette, but come on?"
"Fuck off." You say with a smile.
She smiles back, "I'll look like a tramp."
"If the wig fits..." You reply.
"Emily Fitch, you're an evil woman." She quips back.
"No, I just know what looks good on you." You stare at her.
"You always know what's best for me, why do I try to fight it?" She confirms.
Suddenly you grow serious, "now this one."
You hand over the box, it's small but anyone can tell it's old.
She opens it, sees the ring inside and her head snaps up. You give her a steely stare. She gasps as you bend onto one knee.
"Naomi, will you marry me?"
She looks at you and then starts to laugh, "No."
You rise, "what do you mean no?"
She smiles at you, "Em, really? You want to get married for a couple of weeks? How fucked is that?"
"But... I thought..." You purse your lips, "isn't this what we wanted?"
Naomi shakes her head, "I wanted to grow old with you. Have a long life, kids, everything. It's not fair to legally tie you into this when I'm not going to be here soon."
"Who the fuck are you to decide whether it's fair? Is it fair the woman I love is dying? Is it fair that my fucking soul mate, the person who I struggle to comprehend my life without won't be here? Who gave you the right to decide Naomi?" You scream.
"No one. I just don't want you to be in a commitment you can't get out of." She answers.
"You'll be dead soon, pretty easy to get of don't you think?" You snarl back.
She sighs, "please stop being a twat, I'm the one dying."
Suddenly, you want to punch her, "oh, sorry, I forgot that."
You glare at her and see her mouth twitch.
"Just don't Naomi." You can tell your own smile isn't far off.
"I love you." She states.
You shake your head, "I love you too."
You climb back onto the bed and snuggle into her body.
"Ok." She says as you cuddle up.
"What do you mean ok?" You question.
"Yes, I'll marry you, but only as long as you promise to finish your internship, deal?" She sets out the terms.
You smile, "ok, never thought I'd get bossed around by my wife."
She snorts, "You're Emily Fitch I don't think you get bossed around by anyone."
You're giggling on the bed when she enters the room.
"Taxi fare from Heathrow was horrendous." Gina states.
Naomi sighs, "hi Mum."
Gina walks to the bed, reaches down and strokes her daughters's head, "we'll fight this ok? Destroy it, together."
She looks at you, "You didn't tell her?"
You shrug, "Didn't think it was ok over the phone. Oh and what did you tell her?"
Naomi looks at the floor and then glances up towards her Mum, you see that Gina finally understands.
You smile, "pretty crap eh?"
"Oh God, sweetheart, if I could swap places with you I would." She says nearly in tears.
"I know. And I'm sorry. I thought it would be better if anyone didn't know." Naomi offers.
Suddenly Gina is raging, "Oh yes, that would be easier wouldn't it? Not having to deal with this shit."
"Gina, Naomi's being a bit of a knob, we know that." You explain.
Suddenly she smiles, "You were always the sensible one Emily love."
Naomi shrugs, "Always far too good for me, apparently we're getting married."
"Ohh, planning and everything?"Gina says with a smile.
Noami folds her arms and you're not sure you've ever loved her more.
"Yeah Gina, plans." you state.
Gina stares at you, "thank you."
"Er hello? Cancer, dying?" Naomi states.
"Shut up Naomi!"
You say it together and although it's going to be hard, you know, maybe, just maybe, you'll get through it together.