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Emily and Andrea said they'd try this relationship. Nothing perfect, just trying.
For the first month, Emily would initiate a kiss every time after their dates. It left Andy blushing. Emily would raise a brow at her reaction and give a comment but it was all in jest. Andy knew she loved it. She was hesitant, she didn't want to ruin this.
By three months, their friends, Serena, Jocelyn, Nigel and Doug, figured them out and with the revelation both were blushing like teen girls with their teasing. Andy looked over at Emily to see if she was irritated. She was, but more so at their friends and she told them to stop acting like children. When Emily looked over at her, she smiled then held her hand and didn't let go the whole time.
The others had noticed Emily the one initiating the kiss, the hand holding but the hug she would just open her arms and Andy would jump in. So Nigel asked her, the journalist just shrugged about it.
"I didn't think I'd be in a relationship after Paris and after Nate. And I don't know, this is different."
"Is this your first same-sex relationship?" Nigel raised his brow.
"No, I dated a girl before in high school. Dated, not experimented," she clarified when that brow raised further. "And I really enjoy this relationship..like I said, it's different."
"Hmm... Is she? Enough that you don't think about before Paris?"
By five months, they settled into a comfortable motion then one day, after mind-blowing sex, the redhead had asked her to move in with her in her apartment. Andy stuttered that maybe it was moving too fast and Emily just raised a brow. She got up and opened her closet where half housed Andy's clothes, the ugly blue sweater sticking out brightly. Then she pointed at the shoes. Then she spoke about her many mugs, her plate, her books and bags and laptop in the living room. Andy asked her just once more if she was sure and Emily's confirmation plus the look in her eyes was all the assurance she needed. The celebratory sex was also great.
By eight months, Andy had gotten the guts to enter Runway again. She had apologized to Miranda way early on already. Especially with the recommendation with The Mirror but she still didn't want to bump into her. She just wanted to visit her girlfriend cause she was so busy these past days and Emily had told her it might go on for the next two weeks. So she planned this little surprise lunch, she made sure to ask with Jocelyn if it was a less burdensome day. Emily was engrossed in her work so when she knocked on the door she was half expecting her to turn her away.
Andy thought maybe she was holding back too much. That maybe she was expecting the worst every time she did something for Emily because her past relationships used to consider her actions "too much." With Nate it became too lacking but only due to her job. She still tried, on some days she woke up early and cooked breakfast for him but he just commented on its blandness and lack of technique.
Instead of turning her away, the redhead's deeply furrowed brows relaxed and the pursed lips turned into a surprised "o" and then curved into a smile. Emily gestured her inside as she put away some of the projects and work to make a bit more space on her table.
"Hey, I know you're busy so I just came over to give your lunch."
"Did you eat already?"
"No, I have my lunch too, I just thought you'd want to get back to work soon."
Emily rolled her eyes then pulled the woman into her arms and softly kissed her, glass office walls be damned, she did it repeatedly. "I would rather spend time on something else," she whispered then moved back with a sigh. "But I do have a lot to do still so I want to spend this whole lunch break with you."
Andy was rendered speechless, with those words and that look in those bright blue eyes. Her own eyes started to glisten. "Em..."
"I know," Emily smiled softly, a finger traced along cheekbone then tucked a stray hair. "Take your time."
By nine months, Andy finally admitted to Emily that she had actually had feelings for Miranda and that something did happen in Paris. And then Miranda shrugged her off like nothing and it hurt and the getting back together with Nate and everyone around her just seemed to want to hurt her. So..
"I'm sorry," Andy cried, "you deserve someone who's not afraid to love you. Not someone that's just there to be in a relationship and always hesitating with you. You deserve someone who is on your level."
"If you say that lackluster model's name..." Emily warned. They were both on the couch, Andy was sideways, facing Emily but the redhead had faced forward when she started talking about Paris and about everyone and everything, she couldn't handle seeing Andy cry. She might just give her what she wanted.
"Anyone else but me..." Andy said, "I wasn't enough for Miranda even when I changed nor for Nate when I tried to be myself again." Andy wiped away the tears. "You're really amazing Emily. And I'm sorry for not trying hard enough."
"So that's it?" Emily swallowed the lump in her throat. "This is how we end?"
"I'm sorry."
Emily bent over, pressing her clasped hands against her forehead hard. Something to keep her grounded as she let the tears flow. She tried to keep her voice steady, "We both agreed we'd try. I'm not asking you for anything more than that, I'm not trying to rush you or turn you into into whatever you think I deserve to have. I just want you Andrea, just the way you are."
Andy reached out over Emily's tightly clasped hands. Glad that the woman let them go and intertwined it with hers. She hesitantly laid her head on Emily's shoulder, the latter tensed for a moment but then Andy felt her head turn then those sweet, loving lips pressed a kiss. "But who I am right now is afraid to love you and that's not fair to you."
"If you're trying that's fair enough for me. I don't need perfect." She moved and turned towards Andy and cupped her tear-ridden face gently, "I can love for the both of us."
~
A week later...
"Well Six, I don't know how you managed to make Emily even more of a miserable Brit but you did."
Andy explained to him her personal problems and she just wanted to give Emily the chance to be with someone better, just like what Miranda said.
"Miranda told you to break up with Emily?"
"Yes, she said I would just shatter Emily's dreams. That I was weighing her down."
Nigel's brows furrowed deeply, "Wait, I'm confused, she didn't say anything about getting together with you?"
Andy laughed humorlessly. "She told me very well what she thought of me during Paris, so no. She can give Emily all that she needs to succeed. She's better than me."
"People tend to think the other is better than them not knowing that other person is thinking the same thing. In fashion, you have to be confident and believe you are the best dressed and in a fashion magazine, the most creative. Otherwise even the readers will notice the hesitation. Emily, as panic ridden as she is, is very confident in her choices. She knows what she wants and works hard for it. And she knows who she wants no matter what others may say."
Andy remained silent.
~
Two weeks later...
"Miranda can be a bitch."
Andy who had been stirring her coffee looked up at him this time.
"I understand what she's done. It seems that anything and anyone in Runway is supposedly under her reign. She gets what she wants, ready or not, she will try to make everything and anything bend to her will when it comes to Runway."
The cub reporter just shrugged. "What am I compared to the Editor-in-Chief of Runway."
"I told her to stop her game. That it was a different thing with you two in Paris but this one was her ruining a relationship. A good relationship between two good people."
"No, I ruined my relationship with Em. I let Miranda get into my head again and somehow this was worse than Paris and yet I couldn't stand up for myself, for Emily and for our relationship. But Miranda wasn't completely wrong and I think that's the part I hated. I didn't put in enough to the relationship. I always held back. I didn't go with her to the galas cause I didn't think I fit it in anymore. But then I was surprised with her response, that she didn't want me to fit in but to stand out alongside her. I was still scared to but she was understanding, she never pushed. I think I was starting to love her, too... Everytime I hesitated, or was scared of my actions being too much she'd pull me in with those captivating blue eyes and her words that are both an insult and a compliment."
"I told you, it's a gift."
Andy's eyes widened. She hesitantly turned around and even with a messy bun, bare face and a simple set of clothes, Emily was still ethereal. "Emily... When.. what-what are you doing here?"
She sat down on the now empty seat. Andy looked around then saw that Nigel was already outside, he was mouthing sorry and signaling the okay sign.
"Please don't go." Emily had quickly grasped her hands on the table. Andy let her.
"Emily, what are you doing here?"
"Nigel texted me. I've been trying to call you, I texted you, I wanted to talk to you."
"We've talked about everything already." She tried to pull her hands away but Emily held them tighter.
"No we didn't." She said, a bit of anger sliding out. "You didn't tell me about Miranda confronting you. Practically telling you to break up with me so she can have me as arm candy."
Andy bowed her head in shame.
"I'm not mad at you or disappointed, but I am hurt that you didn't just come to me to talk about it."
"What was there to talk about? I told you everything already. It doesn't matter what Miranda did or said. We would have wound up in this exact same position." Andy swallowed. "Miranda was right -
"Miranda can also be a bitch."
"But she's still right..."
"Just what in the bloody hell did she tell you?"
"How did you find out?"
Emily sighed, her right thumb had mindlessly started stroking over Andy's hand. A thing she would do when trying to gather her thoughts. "Nigel told me, after I told him about Miranda taking me on a date."
When Andrea didn't react, Emily continued, it seemed she was expecting it.
"She asked me to dinner a week ago, I didn't know it was supposed to be a date because...because I was still hurting." She paused and glanced over the brunette but Andy kept her eyes down. "I thought it was for work, a little celebration for the issue. Of course, I tried to be professional and talked and laughed at proper times. When it ended she just told me to get in the car and she'll have Roy drive me home. She had the divider up and kissed me."
Andrea tried to pull away again but Emily held on. She had to.
"I pushed her away."
"Are you truly going to keep moping around after that fat, silly girl."
Emily was taken aback but felt an anger at the woman's words. "That girl's name is Andrea. She is neither fat nor silly. In fact, she is gorgeous and sexy and one of the smartest most caring woman there is. I have feelings for her, and we just broke up. I'm sorry Miranda. I don't know what you are doing here but I will not fall into your game."
~
"I demanded she let me off and she finally did." Emily, with her left hand, rubbed her face in frustration. "Correct me if I'm wrong but you two had something for each other... She actually liked you and I'm assuming she said as much and that's why you were so hurt with whatever she said back in Paris. I feel like I should have noticed it when I admired Miranda so much."
Andy didn't know what to say. She had everything figured out. "You should be a detective if this whole thing doesn't go right."
Emily chuckled. "I just said I didn't notice what was going on between you and Miranda. But then I thought maybe you were just starting to admire her the same way I did."
"I don't think either one of us realized we were bordering on flirting by the end, so when we fell into bed we just accepted it. I thought I would have been different to her maybe for a moment but I guess not. Runway always comes first for her."
Emily hummed. She didn't care much for Andy before Paris. Who she was trying to fight for was Andy after Paris. After they got to know one another, after they decided to take a chance, after they decided to try. She didn't expect to fall for her so quickly but it made her understand why Miranda did. Andy is quite the effervescent person when she came into their lives. A good-natured woman with the kindness, and a bit of naivety, of a small town girl but with a dash of bravery and strength. Emily couldn't believe Miranda was trying to erase all that and for what? Revenge?
"The fears I admitted to you were basically what she told me. That I wasn't enough."
"Andy, why on earth would you believe that woman?!" Emily looked around, people were starting to look over at them. "Can we go to my place? I think we should really talk about this."
Andy agreed and they got a cab to Emily's. They sat on completely opposite sides. When they got to the apartment she was surprised to see it so messy when Emily was always the clean freak between them. She gestured towards the kitchen and sat at the counter, they once again found themselves across each other. Emily wondered if that was the way it was meant to be. Were they just meant to be parallel lines in each other's lives? Close but never meant to intertwine.
"I don't care about what you and Miranda had, I don't care that you had feelings for her. I don't care about what happened before or during Paris. I care about after Paris. I care about now, Andy." Emily looked away, her eyes catching unto the blue sweater on the couch. The one she had cried into every night. "I... care about you, Andy and I'll be damned if that woman comes in between us."
"Em, you don't know what you're saying. She would blacklist you from every fashion industry that exists."
"Is that another thing she told you?" Andy nodded and Emily groaned in frustration and anger.
"I wish you would have told me beforehand. She confronted you after that week you brought me my lunch every day, didn't she?"
"On that week." The reporter spoke softly. "On the last day, she stopped me just by the hall before your office. She might have seen us on the days before, too. I should've just ignored her but she said she realized I wasn't someone that could be on her level and that you would realize the same but it would be too late then, that I should break up with you because I would only hold you back."
"You can't even fully love her. Just let her go, let her be with someone who can make her grow. Since it seems you haven't learned anything about this industry. She'll need the connections. Unlike with you this is her dream and your presence will just shatter it."
"You're wrong."
"Am I?" The white-haired woman glanced over to the Art Director's office, they can both see Emily bent over her table, working scribbling furiously on her paper. Then Miranda looked down at the plastic in her hand. "This isn't high school Andrea, this is the real world. You only have beginner's works that's why you have time to dilly-dally but she is actually busy working her way up and you are weighing her down."
Andy's hand clenched the bag tighter and tighter as Miranda continued to speak. "I am working hard, too. So that - so that-
"So that what? You'll finally be worthy to stand beside her in the parties and galas?" Miranda smirked, she was reading her like a book. "Your naive belief may work for you but not for someone like her. Enough is enough Andrea, you're not cut out here. Look at the people that left you."
"She brought up Nate and even Christian's use of me and it just..." Andy sobbed and sobbed.
And Emily moved.
Damn the universe's parallel lines, she'd break it all for her. She crossed over and held Andy tightly, happy she wasn't pushed away but pained at the way the woman's chest heaved, and the tears wetting her shirt. Andy's hands grasped her shirt as she cried.
It was minutes before Andy finally calmed. Emily kept running one of her hands up and down her back, she'd peck her head and along her temple as she murmured words of comfort.
"I'm here love. It's going to be okay."
Andy sniffed and chuckled condescendingly, "Fuck. I'm such a mess.. I'm sorry. And your shirt!" She stared at the ruined Gucci print on it, with her tears and snot. "I'm sorry, Em."
"Stop apologizing. You're allowed to cry and this is just a shirt that can be cleaned."
Andy made her change cause even then, the wetness was probably uncomfortable. Emily offered her a glass of water, then afterwards she silently pulled her up and lead her into their -her- bedroom. The reported hesitated but Emily assured her they wouldn't do anything. That she just wanted to hold her close. They laid down on the bed, Andy tucked into Emily's side.
She let the silence envelope them.
"Miranda should have never said those things to you because they're all untrue. She fancied you and said those hurtful things because she doesn't know how to bring her pride down. Not long enough to try and win you over. So she does what she does best, destroy things and people."
Andy didn't say anything. Emily tried to sit up but was held down by Andy's arms and the woman further burrowing herself into her side. "Can't we just stay this way forever?"
"I'm pretty sure we'd die and rot."
Andy hit her on her stomach then sat up, leaning against the headboard. Emily rolled her eyes but followed suit.
"She was hurt and afraid after Paris because she is the one that realized too late who she let go. But I'm glad she did and I'm now glad you left her, because I get the chance to be with you."
"Emily, I'm pretty sure the Editor in Chief of Runway doesn't care that she lost a secretary."
"She didn't lose a secretary." She made sure to look into Andy's shining brown eyes, "She lost one Andrea Sachs. That supposed date, it wasn't a date to get me. It was a date to ruin you even more."
This time Andy was just confused. Sure there was an unnecessary comment on Andrea but Miranda had kissed the Art Director. And when she spoke of letting someone better be with Emily, she was sure Miranda was talking about herself.
~ ~ ~
Miranda was silently seething. She should have known. Emily has lasted because she actually had a brain, too. And as devoted as she was when she was her secretary she must have lost it when she got promoted. She pursed her lips. "Really, you won't play my game? Even if it means you'll get fired?"
Emily clenched her hand. The silence was tense, The Dragon thought she won but then she spoke, "You don't want me. You only want me because of Andy."
"Why, pray tell, would I want Andrea?"
Emily didn't point out that that wasn't what she was implying but kept quiet. "Because you know that she is everything I said and more. But you already lost her because you decided to be the Ice Queen with her, you put your job first again." Emily's eyes widened in realization. "And now you're making me lose her."
The months before, the sudden uptick in her workload and the demands. She thought Miranda was testing her but then Nigel said her work right now was beyond crazy, that some weren't even supposed to be her job. She brushed it off, she reasoned it was just because Miranda thought the others incapable and incompetent, the usual comments the older woman had. Her work that was fun and amazing at first had suddenly become too much and it irritated her, it put a strain on every relationship she had.
With her friends, with her Mum and the most that was impacted was with Andy. She started to pull away after that week she brought her lunches.
Miranda smirked, "You already lost her."
"So that's what this is?! A whole "if I can't have her no one can" kind of scheme?! What did you say to her?" Emily demanded.
"Nothing but the truth." She was nonchalantly looking out the car window, her plans having flushed down the toilet. "Nothing hurts that girl more than hurting those around her."
She looked back at Emily. "Hurting you the most it seems. It was like two birds with one stone."
"You really are the devil in Prada."
Miranda smirked, she let her hand travel up Emily's leg, "A devil that can give you all that you need in your career. I'm willing to forget everything just now if you-."
"Stop the car."
Miranda gave her a cold look. "You step outside and you're fired."
~ ~ ~
Andy's jaw was dropped at the end of Emily's story.
"You lost your job."
The redhead slowly said her name, "I just told you Miranda deliberately hurt your emotions because apparently she can't process her own. She used me and my job to get you to break up with me, then once again decided to turn me as arm candy to set off her part two of. Hurting. YOU."
"Emily, you just lost your job! This is your dream job! You worked under her thumb for so long and even ended up with a broken leg and oh my god she was right! I -
Emily shut her up with a kiss. She kept pushing her lips when the woman tried to speak and she finally pulled back when Andy's shoulders relaxed.
"She is not right. I'm not completely blacklisted. There are actual magazine companies that Miranda doesn't have power over. I took the job at one, it's a lower position but they said they're willing to promote me soon if I prove myself."
"Em... You did that?" Her voice cracked, tears slipping down her face.
Emily's hands came up to her face and wiped the tears away. "I realize that I might just do anything for you, Andrea Sachs."
Said woman looked on as the redhead seemed to trace her face with her eyes; starting at her lips, then her nose, then cheeks and then Andy's breathe hitched and her heart skipped a beat. Along with Emily's smile was the softest look in her eyes, so joyous and so -
"I love you, Andy."
"Emily, you can't -
"I love you," Emily continued not letting her talk more. "I do, I have known nothing but Runway and fashion all of my life. I've never been in serious relationships because I knew I was willing to sacrifice it in order to be at the top, to have everything. But these past months with you made me see so much beyond those walls of my office. The way you are so passionate and loving and caring to so many other people and even animals. I love the way you still seem to mismatch colors and styles. I love how you give all your effort even with small stories. I love that you fuckin' put milk first then your cereal."
Andy chuckled.
"I have never loved anyone. I don't think I would ever love anyone like I love you. You are that incredible of a person. I find myself willing to do anything for you and that scares me so much but I also know it would all be worth it if it's for you. If it's all with you." She pressed her lips against Andy's then pulled away to look into her doe-brown eyes.
Andy simply kissed her again and again. She pushed Emily down on the bed and straddled her. She stopped for a moment, seeing all that love in warm, blue eyes. "I love you, too."
Emily's eyes widened, "Andy, I didn't say it to get you to do the same."
But the brunette just shook her head. "I do, I love you. I think I have loved you for a while now but I was scared that I was acting too soon and too much again. You just gave me the bravery I needed to unlock it from me."
Emily couldn't help but snort. "That's such a nerdy way to say it."
"But you love it and you know it's true," Andy grinned.
"When you look at me like that, I'll believe anything you say."
Andy dipped her head and captured those red lips in her own. They never went into anything more. They simply kissed and hugged and smiled like love sick fools.
~
An hour later.
"There's no law against emotional manipulation." Andy pouted and crossed her arms.
Emily laughed, "I could have told you that as much. You didn't need google, love."
She didn't stop the grin that spread her lips, "I like it when you call me that."
"I like calling you that."
Andy let herself melt into the kiss. She honestly felt like a weight have been removed from her shoulders and that her caged heart had finally been set free. And she was glad it was Emily.
"Let's leave her be," said Emily. "We're both okay now. We've talked, we are out of her life, out of Runway. Let's not give her the retaliation that she is waiting for."
"I just... She made you lose your job and she made me break up with you."
"Why do you never think about yourself?" Emily quietly asked. "She hurt you, too."
She just shrugged. "I think I may have expected some kind of payback for leaving her in Paris. The Mirror reference was such a curve ball, I apologized and I thought things were okay then. Icy and rocky, but somewhat okay."
"It was entertaining to see you two try to be cordial. I think the Mirror reference was a way of trying to reach out to you."
"But you snatched me away," a mischievous smile played on her lips.
"Barely. We simply promised we'd try."
Andrea kissed her, "I'm glad we did."
"No more secrets, we tell each other everything. We communicate. I'm not letting any editor-in-chief take you away from me."
"Well I hope your new editor-in-chief doesn't take you away from me. Wait, you said you took the job already and it's only been a week since Miranda fired you. Where is it?"
~
By one year from the time they got back together both were doing very well at their jobs. Andrea had her fair share of front page news, with her name on the byline. Emily had proven herself at her new workplace and was one her way to reclaim the title of Art Director once again.
Their relationship was stronger than ever. They tried to make time for each other. Sometimes mornings were rushed for Andy and Emily would have a breakfast concoction of small waffles and fruits. If it was Emily who was rushing in the morning, Andy would stop her rants with a kiss and a coffee in hand.
At the earlier onset both tiptoed around each other in regards to missed dates. One would not get mad and the other that missed the date apologizing profusely still. They agreed that it wasn't something that should be easily swept under the rug, that it was okay for one to be mad because these things were scheduled ahead and were done to make up for lost time due to work. But at the same time it shouldn't be something held over each other's head.
The issue with Miranda was past them. When she got news they got back together, the woman still tried to tear up their relationship. She still tried to get at Andy's insecurities and started belittling Emily in her work. Low blows, some done in public setting but the two kept their chins up.
Emily held Andrea back; she knew her former boss was riling her up but she didn't want to let the woman step all over them anymore either.
"Are you truly threatened at new talents that you have to take a jab at our personal lives?" Emily raised her brow. "We're simply trying to enjoy the night with such lovely guests but you seem adamant to destroy everyone's wonderful night."
Miranda did not enjoy that one, the Dragon Lady looked like she was going to actually blow out fire at Emily and then the latter took courage to step forward.
"Stop yourself from further embarrassment Miranda." She whispered. "We can easily ignore all that you say or do against us. You're destroying your own castle, all for what? Because you want to take Andy away from me? To take revenge on her?"
"Please, I simply want to watch each of you crumble."
Emily smirked, "Keep waiting forever because you won't. We have each other."
Miranda let out a scoffing laugh.
Emily stepped back. "I've always admired you and your work. I don't think that'll ever go away. As Miranda Priestly the Runway Editor you'll always be one of the best but as Miranda Priestly, the person? Well, you leave a lot to be desired."
She turned away, taking a stunned Andy along with her. They stayed for only five more minutes Andy convinced her redhead to go home. They made their statement and Andy needed to fuck her and be fucked by her. Emily thinks she might just pull out more of that bossy bitch attitude.
Miranda was further enraged to learn Emily had gone to Vogue. She tried to have her removed due to contracts and what not but Anna Wintour saw and heard how affected her rival was and well, she couldn't help in taking a punch as well. She made sure Emily would not be affected keeping her in her assistant Art director position for the time being but eventually after the year was over she would be promoted.
_
By year two, well...
The two were naked in bed after a round of celebratory sex with Andy's new promotion. Emily laid her head on Andy's chest, her finger drawing nonsense shape on her belly, it would contract when she used a gentler touch.
"Tickles." She swatted at her hand.
She opted instead to lay it flat on her tummy. She kissed the skin she could reach, then on her neck, to her chin. She raised herself to reach those swollen, red lips and just gently kissed her love.
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"What's gotten you all so mushy?"
"Geez Andy, when people say that they usually just get an "I love you, too."
The woman laughed, "I'm sorry. And I love you, too."
Emily sniffed. Andy sat up and gathered her in her arms, she began her onslaught of kisses, saying I love you over and over. She pushed her away, trying to stop the incessant act.
"Was that enough I love you's?" She grinned.
"I'm not sure."
Andy raised an eyebrow. The Art Director moved out of her arms and started rummaging in their closet. She pulled out the blue sweater that Andrea wore to her first day at Runway. She hasn't worn that thing in a long time. "Did you finally have enough of that -"
Emily pulled out a cerulean colored velvet box. "Why would I ever feel that when this, almost started everything." And so in all her naked glory, Emily got down on one knee, she held out the box and opened it to reveal a simple, smooth gold band with three diamonds embedded in them,the middle being larger than the two.
"Emily...oh my god."
"I want to have more moments with you, celebrate many more of your successes together and as much as I love to make you scream my name," she smirked as Andy chuckled. "I think making you smile and laugh are two of the most challenging yet proudest things I have achieved and wish to continue to do. I love to hear you rant, and talk about all the things you care about because I know your heart is so big that you can't help but extend your love to the people and everything else. I'm so happy that I get to be the center of your heart though. And I'm so glad that you gave me the second chance to love you. Loving you and fighting for you has been the easiest choices for me and now..." She breathed in, suddenly feeling the nerves. "I hope you will grant me the honor of loving and caring for you, for the rest of our lives. Andy, will you marry me?"
With tears streaming down her face and the widest smile on her lips. She nodded, then got out of the bed, she hugged and kissed her new fiance. "Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! I will marry you, Emily Charlton!"
Emily accepted all the kisses, it was a bit hard cause they got the biggest smiles on their faces. With a shaky hand, Emily slipped the ring on her future-wife's finger. "Perfect."
Andy kissed her. "With you, everything is perfect."