Marissa sighed happily. She was lying back on the bed; her head resting on Bianca's shoulder; their finger's entwined as Bianca rested a hand on her belly, it was the perfect moment.

Bianca pressed a kiss to her brow.

"Comfy?" she asked sweetly.

"Very." purred Marissa in response. She tipped her head back so she could glimpse Bianca from the corner of her eye. "This was a very thoughtful gift from your mother. Does this mean that you and she..?"

Bianca coughed and shifted uneasily on the bed before Marissa could finish the sentence. She clearly did not want to pursue this subject.

"So that's a no." concluded Marissa. She wriggled round so she could look Bianca in the eye. "So why is it a no?"

"Because she hasn't learnt her lesson. Because I don't think she even remembers why I'm mad at her some days."

"Because she almost killed me?"

"No… Because she tried to break up our family. Everything else was fallout from her stupid, selfish ideas. I just want to see her do something completely selfless, just once; is that too much to ask?"

"Giving us this cabin was pretty thoughtful..."

"But she only did it to buy back my affection. I accepted this gift because I wanted to spend some time with you, not out of any favour to my mom."

Marissa sighed and snuggled against Bianca again, burying her head in the crook of her lover's shoulder and breathing deep.

"Well don't stay mad at her forever." she muttered, peppering kisses over Bianca's soft skin. She nuzzled Bianca's neck, her lips paying particular attention to the sensitive patch of scar tissue left by the bullet two years ago: two years that felt like a lifetime ago.

Bianca gave a happy moan as her finger's brushed through Marissa's hair.

"Maybe not forever." she whispered in reply.

Marissa gave up her kisses when she reached Bianca's collar bone and wriggled round into a new position, curling up around Bianca's warm body.

"Does this feel a little backwards to you?" Marissa asked. "Having a honeymoon without the wedding?"

Bianca wrapped her arms tightly around Marissa and leant down to suggestively whisper in her ear.

"I think every day should be a honeymoon."

"But it would be nice to have a wedding at some point too." Marissa mused contentedly. It was only after Bianca's body stiffened beneath her that she realised she'd said the words out loud.

"Do you want a wedding?" Bianca asked quietly.

"Do you?" Marissa countered back. Deep down she always hoped the answer would be yes, but after everything that happened she was sure Bianca preferred it just the way they were. She always said she wasn't going to risk getting her heart broken again.

"I asked you first!" said Bianca. The playfulness had dropped from her voice. This was suddenly a serious question.

"I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That's all that matters." stated Marissa, but then she noticed a hint of disappointment in Bianca's eye. "Do you want a wedding?"

Bianca grinned.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed.

Marissa blinked, did she hear that right?

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" Bianca bent down and kissed Marissa lightly in the lips.

Marissa was grinning herself now.

"Does that mean you want to get married?"

Bianca nodded.

"If it is a yes from you too?"

"Oh it is." said Marissa hugging her girlfriend excitedly.

They kissed in celebration and then Bianca leaned back contentedly.

"Then we'll do this properly. I'll get the ring when we go home…"

Marissa frowned.

"Whoa… whoa… whoa..! As I proposed shouldn't I be the one getting the ring?"

"You call that a proposal?" said Bianca with a smirk.

"Yours was hardly a proposal either." Marissa protested.

"So technically neither of us has proposed." said Bianca, happy her point had been made. "So, by that logic, when we get home we can both get a ring. We should do this properly; with the kids there and party poppers and champagne… don't you think?"

Marissa gave a contented sigh and, with a wrinkle of her nose, stole a soft kiss.

"I'll accept that," she said, shifting her body until it was covering Bianca's. "We won't make it official until we get home. But I think a little impromptu celebrating wouldn't go amiss... Mrs Tasker-Montgomery to be. This is a honeymoon cabin after all. We should get some more practice in"

Bianca, clearly in agreement, reached up and pulled her into a lustful kiss, but after a moment she pulled back.

"Montgomery-Tasker." she corrected.

Marissa bent down for more kisses frustrated by the interruption.

"We'll discuss it later." she insisted.

Bianca laughed but surrendered to Marissa's will. Clearly she was just as happy to put the conversation on hold for the moment.

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