"Happy Anniversary, Maya!" Riley ran into their apartment and jumped into Maya's arms.
"Happy Anniversary, Princess." Maya said resting her head on Riley's shoulder, enjoying the embrace. "You were gone when I got up this morning."
"Sorry, I had that early interview. Of course they could only meet with me today."
"I know, but I wasn't able to make you breakfast in bed like I usually do. You messed with our tradition, Mrs. Matthews-Hunter." The last name they chose had been a long discussion. At first Maya offered to take Matthews for her last name, but Riley insisted it reflected both of them equally. Maya eventually came around, but decided she didn't want to keep Hart any longer. Kermit Hart wasn't her father, Shawn Hunter was, yet she never took his name. Now was the perfect opportunity to take his last name as well as the most important woman in her world.
"Happy five years, Peaches," Riley planted a kiss on Maya's lips. "Present time?"
"Whatever you say."
Riley led Maya over to their living room sofa and sat her down. "It has been torture not giving this to you earlier. I've wanted to for weeks, but I thought today was the perfect time."
"I guess that means I can't give you yours first then?" Maya asked.
"I cannot wait any longer." Riley went to their armchair in the corner, reached behind it, and pulled out a box slightly larger than the size of a shoe box. "I didn't wrap it, it would have only taken you long to open it."
"You're slacking, Riles."
"Just open it." Riley looked at her more excited than she had ever been.
Maya lifted the box lid off and stared in the box with disbelief. "Riles?"
"Yes."
"You're?"
"Yes."
"We're?"
"Yes!"
"Oh my god! This is amazing!" Maya pulled her on top of her lap and kissed her. "This. Is. The. Best. Present. You. Could. Ever. Give. Me." She said each word alternating between kisses.
"You didn't even look at everything in the box," Riley said picking the box back up and started to pull out the items.
She pulled out the photograph, the only item Maya had noticed, and stared at it. "It will be another few months before we know the gender."
"A baby, Riley. Is this really happening?"
"It is. It finally took."
"Why are you interviewing for jobs when we are having a baby?"
"If I get an offer I will have to tell them, but that does not negate the fact that I need to find a job. We can't keep living off of your commissions."
"Hey, I am very successful among a small group of people I'll have you know."
"Are those people Farkle, Lucas, Zay, Smackle, and our families?"
"There's a good chance of that, yes."
"The interview today is for a job I can do from home. It would be perfect."
"So, what else is in that box?"
Riley pulled out an infant sized Knicks jersey.
Maya rolled her eyes, "Of course you would buy that."
"There is also this," Riley lifted out a onesie that said 'My Mommy is the World's Greatest Artist.'
"Riles..." Maya began to tear up.
"And one more thing," Riley pulled out a brown teddy bear that looked identical to the one her parents had given has a child, except for this one having a face.
"I can't believe this is actually happening. You think we will be good moms?" Maya asked, her arms still wrapped tight around Riley.
"I do. If you love this baby half as much you love me, it will be the luckiest kid on earth."
"Thunder?" Maya lifted her left hand, which now held three rings symbolizing the various steps in their relationship to get to this point.
"Lightning," Riley took Maya's hand in hers.
"I love you, Riles. More than anything in this world."
"We will see how you feel about that in nine months, Peaches," Riley responded. "I love you too."
** Authors Note **
If you enjoyed this story please check out part 3 of this series: Girl Meets Deleted Scenes (missing moments in this series between the beginning of True Self and the Epilogue)
https://www.wattpad.com/story/84380314-girl-meets-deleted-scenes
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