the Missing Piece (Jemily x Reader)

-23- the morning after

A/N:
Hello lovelies, I'm so sorry that you had to wait so long for the next chapter.
I've tried again and again to write, but I'm in the middle of moving house.
With a physical disability, that's really exhausting and it's pushing me to my physical limits.
There was no room for such beautiful things as writing...

And a few days ago my grandpa died.
My world is chaotic and dark and cold right now, but it will get better.
I hope that you can't tell from my writing today that I'm not feeling well.
I hope that you like it anyway and I'm so sorry if I'm posting a bit irregularly now.
I'm trying my best not to let you down, but I also want to stay true to my writing style and the mood when I write.
I'm thinking of you all and I miss being able to give you new chapters!

Lots of love and thank you for your enthusiasm and love for this book!
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Emily's POV

The sun shines through the slightly open curtains and lets its warm rays dance across our bedspread.

I slowly wake up and a big smile appears on my face as I remember last night.

I let my tired gaze wander to the side and see
Y/N lying on her side next to me, one hand propped under her cheek, a peaceful expression on her face.

JJ is lying right behind her, her front pressed tightly against Y/N's back, her hand wrapped around her waist.

My heart skips a beat as I look at my two sleeping girlfriends.

How lucky am I.

I carefully sit up so as not to wake them both and crawl out of the warmth of the bed.
A slight shiver fills me as my bare feet touch the cold floor.

I get up, tiptoe across the room and take one last look at the two beauties in my bed, then I throw on my dressing gown and close the door behind me.

I head to the kitchen and make coffee.
While the coffee machine starts bubbling, I think about what I could conjure up for us for breakfast.

I decide on pancakes, JJ's favorite.

I don't know what Y/N's favorite breakfast is, her eating habits change from day to day.
Some days she eats almost normally and I can only tell from the way she holds her cutlery or the way she taps her foot while eating that it's difficult for her.

Other days she barely eats anything and tears well up in her eyes when we ask.

Hopefully at some point she will explain to us exactly how we can help her.
Right now, I can only do my best to be there for her.

I want Y/N to know what it feels like to have a loving, caring and healthy relationship.
I want her to experience that she is safe, no matter what she says or does, no matter what she feels.
That there is never a reason to raise her hand and hurt her.
I want to show her that she is lovable.

I get the ingredients out of the cupboard, hum a light melody as I mix the dough together.
I rock back and forth on tiptoes, moving to the music in my head while I breathe in the scent of the freshly brewed coffee.
I put the bowl of dough aside, get a pan out of the cupboard and put it on the stove. 
Just as I'm frying the last pancakes, two arms wrap around my waist and JJ's familiar scent fills my nose as she presses herself against me and lays her head on my shoulder.