The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting soft light across the bedroom. Remy woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, the drama of the previous night already starting to fade. She turned to see Drea still asleep beside her, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A small smile tugged at Remy's lips as she watched Drea for a moment, appreciating the calm and beauty of the morning. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have someone like Drea in her life—someone who balanced her out and always seemed to know how to handle every situation.
Remy gently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Drea, and made her way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. She decided to make coffee, thinking the smell might help Drea wake up in a good mood. As she waited for the coffee to brew, her thoughts drifted back to the club. The girl who tried to start trouble was still on her mind, but not in the same way as before. Remy was starting to understand that she had too much to lose to let people like that affect her. Drea was right; they were past all that nonsense.
Once the coffee was ready, she poured two mugs and returned to the bedroom. She set one mug down on Drea's side of the bed and took a seat on the edge, brushing a few strands of hair away from Drea's face. "Morning, beautiful," she whispered softly.
Drea stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She blinked a few times, then smiled when she saw Remy. "Morning," she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Remy handed her the mug of coffee. "Thought you might need this," she said with a grin.
Drea sat up, taking the coffee and sipping it slowly. "You know me so well," she replied, giving Remy a playful wink. "What time is it?"
"A little after nine," Remy answered. "I was thinking we could take it easy today. Just relax, maybe go out for a nice lunch later?"
Drea nodded, taking another sip of her coffee. "That sounds perfect," she said. "I could use a chill day after all that craziness last night."
Remy laughed. "Yeah, me too. But I'm proud of how we handled it. Especially you. You kept me calm when I wanted to lose it."
Drea reached out, taking Remy's hand. "We're a team, babe. I've got your back, and you've got mine. That's how it should be."
Remy squeezed her hand, feeling a warm rush of love for Drea. She leaned in and kissed her softly. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," Drea replied, smiling against Remy's lips.
After a slow morning in bed, they finally got up and took turns showering. Drea picked out a casual outfit—jeans and a simple top—while Remy opted for a loose t-shirt and shorts. They spent the next hour lounging around the house, enjoying the peace and quiet. Drea played some music on her phone, and they danced around the living room, laughing and joking with each other. It felt good to be home, away from all the noise and drama.
Around noon, they decided to go out for lunch. They hopped into Remy's car and drove to a little café they both loved, tucked away in a quiet part of town. The place was cozy and relaxed, with soft jazz playing in the background. They found a table near the window and ordered sandwiches and salads, chatting easily as they waited for their food.
"So, what do you want to do this weekend?" Remy asked, taking a sip of her iced tea. "We could go to that new art exhibit downtown. Or maybe hit up the farmer's market?"
Drea thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Honestly, I'm happy doing anything as long as we're together," she said. "But the farmer's market sounds fun. We could pick up some fresh stuff and cook a nice dinner at home."
Remy nodded, smiling. "That sounds perfect. I love when we cook together."
Their food arrived, and they dug in, enjoying the simple meal and each other's company. As they ate, they talked about their future—where they wanted to travel, the things they wanted to do, the dreams they shared. It was moments like this that made Remy realize just how much Drea meant to her. She wasn't just her girlfriend; she was her partner, her rock, her everything.
After lunch, they decided to take a walk through the nearby park. The weather was perfect—warm, with a light breeze—and the park was full of people enjoying the day. They walked hand in hand, taking their time, stopping to watch the ducks in the pond or admire the flowers along the path.
Drea suddenly stopped and turned to Remy, a serious look on her face. "You know, last night got me thinking," she said quietly.
Remy raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
"About us. About what we're building together," Drea replied. "I know we've talked about it before, but... I want to make sure we're on the same page. I want this to be forever, Remy. I want us to be forever."
Remy felt her heart skip a beat. She had thought about their future a lot, but hearing Drea say it out loud made it feel even more real. "I want that too, Drea," she said softly. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Drea smiled, her eyes shining. "Good. Because I'm all in. I'm ready to build a life with you—a real life, with everything that comes with it."
Remy nodded, feeling a rush of emotion. "Me too. Whatever it takes, we'll do it together."
They continued walking, their hands intertwined, their steps in sync. It was a simple moment, but it felt like a promise—one that they both intended to keep.
By late afternoon, they headed back home, deciding to spend the rest of the day relaxing. Drea suggested watching a movie, so they curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over them. Remy picked a romantic comedy, something light and funny, and they settled in to watch. They laughed at the silly jokes and exchanged playful comments, enjoying the lazy afternoon.
As the movie played, Drea's phone buzzed with a text. She picked it up, reading the message with a slight smirk. "Looks like that girl from last night won't be bothering us anymore," she said, showing the message to Remy. Her homegirl had handled the situation just as promised.
Remy chuckled, shaking her head. "You're something else, you know that?"
Drea laughed. "Hey, I told you—I handle things my way. No drama, no mess."
Remy leaned in, kissing her cheek. "I love your way," she said softly. "And I love you."
They finished the movie, then decided to make dinner together. They worked side by side in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, boiling pasta, and stirring sauces. It felt good to be doing something normal, something that reminded them of the simple joys of life. When dinner was ready, they sat down at the table, clinking their glasses together in a quiet toast.
"To us," Drea said, her voice filled with warmth.
"To us," Remy echoed, her heart full.
After dinner, they moved to the back patio, enjoying the cool evening air. They sat in silence for a while, just holding hands, watching the stars begin to appear in the night sky. It was peaceful, the kind of peace that Remy had always wanted but never thought she would find.
"I'm happy," Remy said softly, breaking the silence. "Like, really happy. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."
Drea squeezed her hand, leaning her head on Remy's shoulder. "Me too, babe. Me too."
They stayed like that for a long time, just enjoying the quiet and each other's company. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, together. And in that moment, Remy knew that no matter what happened, they would be okay. Because they had each other. And that was more than enough.
