AN: Sorry it took so long to update. Don't worry about it. Sometimes I lose track too. Try and look at each series as a year. The beginning chapters are the beginning of the year, the middle chapters of the middle of the year, the end chapters are the end etc. So, Stephen proposed on September 30th and they got married on the second anniversary of the day they started dating which I put as being the beginning of the year. Sort of March/April ish. And the last chapter was late August/early September ish so they've been married about 4/5 months ish. So the next chapter is on Halloween so you can imagine this chapter happening at any point in mid or late September/October. Sorry everything is "ish." i like to leave it quite open for my readers.

Undecided

Rory sat in Jazza's flat as she paced the room. She had watched as Jazza circled the living room, moving random things on the table. Then she had walked into the kitchen and opened and shut the fridge three times before coming back to the living room. She opened the window, left it open for 30 seconds and then shut it. Then she went into the bedroom and Rory heard the squeaking of the springs as she sat down on her bed only to stand up again a few seconds later. Then she wandered into the living room again. Rory put down the magazine she was reading. "Jazza, what's wrong?"

Jazza pulled herself out of her strange ritual. "What? Oh, nothing. Nothing. I'm fine."

"Really?" Rory raised an eyebrow. "Cause you're not acting fine. Actually, you're acting pretty strange."

"Am I?"

Rory took Jazzas hand and pulled her to the couch. "Yes, you are. Now, tell me what's wrong."

Jazza sat and sighed as she looked at the table. "Jerome's talking about living together."

Rory's mouth dropped. "Excellent!"

Jazza smiled weakly. "I thought it was too. But his place is too small and so is mine. Mines still bigger than his so it would make sense for him to live with me. Plus, he hates his flat. It's just that...can two people really fit in here?"

Rory laughed. "Jaz, if five people could fit in the flat at Waterloo, you and Jerome will have no problem living here."

"Yeah...I guess."

Rory looked at her sadly. "What else is wrong? There must be something else."

"I'm just...well, I'm a little worried. I love Jerome, I really do. Sorry if that's weird for you to hear-"

"Jaz..." Rory raised her left hand and showed her the wedding and engagement rings on her ring finger. "It's not weird for me to hear. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm in love with Stephen. I'm ecstatic that you love Jerome. So no, it's not weird."

Jazza smiled. "Yeah, you're right. Yes, I love him but I'm worried things will...change if we live together. I've never lived with a boy before."

"Have you ever been in love with a boy before?"

"No. Just Jerome."

"Trust me. It'll be fine. When you love someone, waking up next to them everyday is the best thing you could ever imagine." Rory's eyes moved away from Jazza as she spoke, a dreamy quality passing over her. "They're the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see at night. You get to hold them close and be held by them. You get to talk into the night or fall asleep cradled by them. Among other things." She smirked to herself before looking back to Jazza.

Jazza was smiling warmly. "You're thinking about Stephen."

"Yeah," Rory said, grinning. "There's hardly a moment when I don't. What you and Jerome have, I've seen you, it's what me and Stephen have. And it's not something to be worried about. It's something to enjoy. And yes, things will change. You'll see each other more. You may even argue more. You'll laugh together and cry together. That's how it is for me and Stephen, albeit it's been a while since we argued. But I have no doubt that there'll be more arguments eventually. We're married, it's bound to happen. But that's a part of it. We'll always love each other more than anything. We'll always be together. You and Jerome will be like that. The question you have to ask yourself is pretty basic. Take away the worries about flat space and about things changing and ask yourself simply. Do you want to live with Jerome?"

Jazza turned away from Rory and stared at the table. Rory watched her carefully, squeezing her hand comfortingly. As Jazza stared at the table she began to smile. Then the smile turned to a grin as she turned to face Rory again. "Yes, I do."

Rory smiled. "Well then. You are no longer undecided. You and Jerome want to live together and therefore you will. Everything else isn't important. You and Jerome will be able to fit in here just fine. Besides, even if it's a little cramped, you won't care. It's better to be cramped with the person you love than have enough space alone, wishing you were with the person you loved."

Jazza nudged Rory's arm playfully. "You're talking about Stephen again."

"Yes, I am. So, what do you think? You gonna do it?"

Jazza nodded happily. "Yeah. I'll call him right now."

Jazza stood to get her phone as Rory punched the air triumphantly. She watched as Jazza held the phone to her ear. "Honestly Jaz, it's gonna be the best decision you ever made."

"I know." They both waited anxiously as the phone dialled. Jazza had put it on speaker. Eventually Jerome's voice came through the speaker. His voice was upbeat. "Hey sweetheart." Rory smiled as she heard him call Jazza cute names.

"Hey," Jazza was equally as upbeat.

"Hey jerk," Rory called down the phone.

"Oh! Hey disgusting! I didn't know you were there."

"Yeah, Jazza asked if I could come over cause she wanted to talk. She decided to put the phone on speaker so here I am!" She delivered the end of the sentence with a whimsical arm flourish. Jazza chuckled.

"Well, I love both of you. What's up?"

"Well..." Jazza said, smiling. "I want you to move in with me."

They both heard Jerome gasp over the phone. "Really? Oh my god, darling... I can't wait!"

Jazza and Rory giggled. Jazzas voice was high pitched. "Good! Me neither!"

Rory stood and walked over to the window. She leant on the windowsill and gazed out onto the London street below as she heard Jazza and Jerome pan the move. She remembered gazing out across the green at Wexford, Jazza behind her talking about exams. She smiled as she thought about how far they had come. She was married and Jazza and Jerome were moving in together.

She had been undecided that dinner time. She wasn't sure what to have. She had settled on the hot pot. She thanked God for choking on a piece of beef.