Me before you

chapter 41

Two Years Later

"Y/n!" Sana cried out in surprise as she felt her girlfriend's warm lips press firmly against the side of her neck, felt her hands tighten either side of her waist. She ducked her head, trying to squirm away.

"What?" Y/n's voice was still heavy and sleepy from the long morning in bed, but she could hear the hint of a laugh in her teasing tone. She smiled and gently brushed Sana's dark hair - now just brushing past her shoulders - aside and peppering more kisses up and down her throat. "What, babe, what's up?

"Y/n," Sana protested, fighting and failing to hold back a laugh. "Y/n, stop it."

Y/n grinned against the warm skin of her girlfriend's neck, arms locking tight around the brunette's waist to keep her in place. "You like it,"

Sana made an unimpressed noise. "I might, but Louis has enough on his mind without finishing breakfast with a live -"

"Live what?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, stop it." Sana muttered again.

Y/n sighed against her neck, giving in and pushing them over to the kitchen sink where Sana hopped up off the wheelchair, smoothed down her nightdress and leaned over to run the hot tap.

"Guys, just because I can't hear it out there, doesn't mean I want to hear it," Louis muttered, walking through the doorway into the kitchen with a pointed look at Y/n.

Sana smirked into the sink, reaching for the dish soap. "Well you can blame Romeo over there for that."

Y/n caught Louis's eye as he trudged over to sit himself back down at the kitchen table and grab his juice glass, half empty from breakfast. He was still in his pyjamas, brown hair ruffled up at the back, and there was a smear of jam on his t-shirt. He yawned, rubbing at his bleary eyes. "You guys might have to put a dollar in the jar."

"No," Sana reasoned, turning off the tap. "The jar is for when you see stuff or when one of us swears too much - Y/n. Hearing stuff doesn't count. And we were just kissing. And anyway - We told your parents we'd be over by twelve." Sana reminded them. "We have to start getting ready now or we never will."

"And what would be so bad about that?" Y/n asked, catching Louis snigger out of the corner of her eye and biting back a smile.

"You're both impossible." Sana huffed. She crossed the kitchen back to the table, leaning over and stacking up their empty breakfast plates. The remnants of Sunday pancakes were scattered all across the polished wood.

It had been a pretty typical Sunday morning in their now shared house - Sana had woken up first and tried to get up and be productive. Y/n had woken up and refused to let her leave the bed, where she'd been comfortably snuggled into the woman's chest. At around ten, Louis had surfaced and climbed in with them to chat about everything and nothing. By eleven Sana finally managed to get them both out of bed, and of course, Sunday pancakes had been in order.

Maybe not the best idea, considering they were headed to Marco and Sarah's for lunch soon, but it was a tradition nonetheless. And the quirky, hand-made traditions the three of them had cobbled together for themselves were taken very seriously.

"I can't believe you got me to stay in my pyjamas half the morning," Sana muttered, but Y/n saw she was grinning to herself as she carried her plate over to the sink.

"I can't believe you wear that to bed," Y/n smirked, eyeing the short nightdress she loved so much. Sana spun around and smacked her arm lightly.

"Guys," Louis warned, looking up from his phone with wide, serious eyes. "You're being gross again."