SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

You're worth more than that (Part 4)

TW: THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR, a lot happens but when I read this over I feel like nothing does, I have this really good story coming out on Tuesday but anyone reading it will probably think I was high whilst writing it tbh, anyway about this story, cheating, hospitals, rip Magoo, the Instagram post on August the 15th or whatever yes that is a real post of Aimie and Damon you may look for it if you wish but it's not as explicit as Millie and Damon pretending to make out in front of a mirror unfortunately

~In case your memory is that of a goldfish~

Millie pressed a kiss on Aimie's forehead, but her method of expressing her affection left her unsatisfied.

"Aimie, may I kiss you?"

"Damon?"

"He's not here, is he?"

Millie pulled her down to herself, and Aimie's response was lost against her mouth. She kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in her hoodie, pulling her harder against her body. Aimie groaned softly, low in her throat, and then her arms circled her, just as Millie had gathered her up. They rolled over on the bed, tangled together, still kissing, Millie now on top of the older woman.

"I love you," Millie admitted, straddling her. Though reluctant, Aimie found herself responding:

"I love you too."

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"Baby, you need to wake up before Damon comes home," Millie said, stroking Aimie's head. Aimie had fallen asleep whilst watching Smash, and Damon still hadn't come home. "Aimie," she whispered, and Aimie moved in her sleep. "Baby come on. If Damon sees us like this, then he'll have so many questions."

Aimie sat up, cuddling Millie sleepily. "Is Magoo back?"

"No, babe. Come on now, I'll get lunch ready."

"Don't go!"

"You can hang by my side in the kitchen. Come on."

Millie picked her up, walking downstairs to the kitchen.

"What would you like for lunch?"

"I'm... not hungry..."

"You sure? You used to have quite the appetite."

"I guess I haven't done enough today to make myself hungry."

"Alright, well, I'll make dinner then."


"You won't need to," a voice spoke. Millie and Aimie turned their heads to the door, and Damon walked in, Aimie's beloved nowhere to be seen. "The good news, is that I stopped for Chinese. The bad news... Aimie, I need you to sit down for this one."

Aimie turned to Millie who nodded at her. She followed Damon to the living room. They sat down opposite each other.

"Aimie, you're listening to me, right?" Aimie nodded. "Aimie, it will be a long time before you see Magic. Not too long, but longer than you've been away from her before."

Aimie nodded hesitantly. "How long?"

"I don't know. It could vary between a few weeks and a few months. I don't wish to make you uneasy with what has happened, but I can assure you that Magic will be okay."

Damon stood up.

"Wait! How bad is the injury?" Aimie asked, her voice shaky. Damon looked back at her, giving her a melancholy smile before walking away. Aimie remained in her position, her head screaming alarms.

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"So, what happened?" Millie asked, settling next to her husband.

"Magic's suffering organ failure. She has intestinal failure, bruises on her lungs and heart, broken ribs, raptures in her airways... it's bad, Millie, and I'm scared to break to the news to Aimie."

"That's impressive. Not positively, but it's scary how one man had such an impact on her with one single blow," Millie replied, but she paused. "What did he do to Aimie?"