thirty seven

"How'd the talk with your dad go?" Emma asked as Olivia entered the room. She shifted over so Olivia had room on the bed.

"Fantastic, actually," Olivia replied, unable to wipe the smile off her face.

"Really?" Emma asked in shock. "What did he want to talk about?"

"Us,"

That definitely threw Emma off guard. While she had suspected Olivia's father had an inkling about their relationship, she hadn't expected him to talk to his daughter about it this soon.

Nevertheless, she was glad that conversation went well. According to Olivia, of course.

"Hmm," Emma hummed and laid her head on Olivia's chest. "What did he say?"

"That he knows about us...and that he's supportive of it," Olivia sighed in content as the words left her mouth.

"I'm really happy, Liv. For you...and for us,"

And she really was. This meant that both girls had loving and supportive families to back them up no matter what happened. Not only that, they shared a circle of friends who'd do anything for them too.

Things really were looking up for the two of them.

Emma thought about how miserable she'd been in the past, especially with her ex-boyfriends. She never felt truly contented, but she never knew what was missing.

Without making any attempts to search for that missing piece in her heart, she'd unknowingly stumbled upon her.

Fate had its funny way of saying hey, sometimes.

"What about your mother?" Emma asked as she began placing soft kisses along her girlfriend's jawline.

"Me leaving the house definitely didn't sit right with any of them," Olivia explained, closing her eyes as she let herself get lost in Emma's advancements.

"Go on," Emma whispered.

"It took them a while to wrap their head around it, but they're going to cry. It's definitely a step forward...although a small step, it's still a step,"

Olivia meant every word she said.

Although her mind wanted to continue the conversation and share this joy with Emma, her heart wanted something else.

Emma knew exactly what she wanted.

The green-eyed girl silently thanked whatever gods that played their hand in having her father's room be on the other side of the house.

•••

"You should take me out," Emma said nonchalantly, smoky eyes giving Olivia's body a once-over.

Olivia raised an eyebrow at the brunette's statement. "But...I do? We go out all the time,"

"I mean...to get some toys or something,"

Unfortunately for the older girl, she was having some trouble catching on. "I mean, we could go tomorrow to get something for yourself and Sofi if you want—"

"Oh gods no!" Emma scrunched her nose in disgust, giggling. "Baby," she said, making her way towards her girlfriend until she was inches away from the girl's milky skin.

"I mean...toys,"

Olivia's eyes widened when she finally understood what her girlfriend was talking about.

And oh my god.

"Are you being serious right now?"

Don't get her wrong, Olivia was all for having fun and experimenting with new ways to please her lover.

She wasn't against this one bit, but to say she wasn't shocked would be the understatement of the century.

Emma nodded in response to Olivia's question, smirking when she saw the priceless expression on the girl's face. "We don't have to do anything tomorrow..." she said, running her finger up and down her girlfriend's arm.

"Yeah? Okay," the raven-haired girl nodded her head in agreement almost immediately. "Sleep?"

Emma giggled. Olivia truly was a baby sometimes. "Sleep," she agreed as they got comfortable under the covers.

It wasn't long before they fell into a deep sleep.

•••

Olivia woke up as the sun broke through the surface of the horizon. It was early, to say the least. She looked down at the sleeping girl in her arms and sighed in content as short, consistent breaths left Emma's lips.

Somehow, the raven-haired girl managed to untangle herself from Emma's tight grip. Putting a shirt on, Olivia made her way downstairs to make breakfast for them, only to be greeted by her father.

"Good morning, mija," he said, sipping on his tea.

"Morning," she smiled back.

This was weird for the both of them, that much was obvious. Olivia hadn't been home in a few weeks, with the exception of the time Cassandra caught her and Emma in her workshop.

She'd only ever stop by to get clothes or some supplies for school; but over the course of their summer vacation, there really wasn't a need to because Emma had been able to provide all that.

Olivia sat down in her seat, the same seat everyone had graciously left untouched even though she'd been gone.

"Did you hear anything from Cassandra?" she asked, taking a bite out of her toast.

Mike nodded his head. "I did, actually. I was going to head upstairs and tell you, but I didn't want to intrude,"

Aww, how sweet.

Olivia smiled. "So, what did Casey say?"

"Your mother's awake. She's doing a lot better, but we already knew that much from the doctor,"

"So, nothing new then?" the raven-haired girl raised an eyebrow in amusement. Her mother was a fighter, that much was known.

"Actually, she wants to see you,"

"Just me? Why?" Olivia asked curiously.

"Not just you," Mike shook his head. "Emma too. You can probably guess what it's about,"

Ah, there it was.

"I can take Emma down this afternoon,"

After her father's subtle acknowledgement, the duo continued to have their breakfast in silence.

Once she was done with her tea and toast, her most English breakfast by far, Olivia headed back to the kitchen to do the dishes and make breakfast for her girlfriend.

She brought a stack of French toast and syrup up to her room, unsurprised to find Emma still sound asleep.

"Babe," she shook the smaller girl in an attempt to wake her from her slumber. "Baby, wake up. I made you breakfast,"

Emma groaned and stretched before sitting up. She opened one eye and squinted to see what Olivia had brought for her.

It wasn't long before she was wide awake. "French toast! I love you,"

Olivia giggled. "I love you too,"

"Well actually, I was talking to the toast but-"

"Hey!" Olivia playfully smacked Emma on the shoulder but laughed along.

"I'm kidding. I love you," Emma said as she got up to brush her teeth.

"So, remember how you said we didn't have to do anything today?"

"Mhmm," Emma hummed in response.

"Untrue, because my mother wants to see us,"

"Really?" the smaller brunette replied as she spat out the toothpaste. "What for?"

"She wants to talk to us...about us, I'm guessing," Olivia laid down and watched her girlfriend tie her hair in a bun.

God, she was gorgeous.

"Well okay," Emma sat down at the Olivia's study table and began slicing her toast. "We can go once I'm done with this delicious toast," she said, moaning as she downed a piece. Or two, Olivia couldn't tell.

A little morning banter and three slices of toast, the girls were ready to leave for the hospital.