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Emily's POV

Last night was incredible. Alison and I officially become a couple. We ended up falling asleep on the couch after staying up late watching my favorite old shows. Waking up next to her is still something that I can't get used to. It feels like as soon as my eyes see her sleeping peacefully next to me, my heart starts racing and I can't help but smile. Somehow, I  manage to slyly wiggle my way off the couch without waking her so I could go to the kitchen and make us breakfast.

I decided on making French toast with a side of strawberries and bananas. I'm trying to be as quiet as possible so I can wake her up and suprise her with an already made breakfast. I look over to the couch and she's still sound asleep, curled up in a ball. I return my focus to the French toast and begin to think about what we could do today. Suddenly, I feel a warm hand touch my shoulder. I was so lost in thought, I didn't even hear her wake up or walk over to me so I screamed and jumped, nearly knocking the pan off the stove.

Turning around, I see Ali standing behind me with tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard. Breathing heavily with my hand over my heart, I say, "Oh my God babe you scared the crap out of me! I just looked and saw you were sound asleep!"

Wiping away her tears, still chuckling, she says, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you! I know I walk very quietly. It's kind of a nurse thing".

"It's okay. I'm just gonna start calling you a ninja" I say laughing.

Stepping closer to me, Ali looks at me and says with a sexy smirk, "And by the way... I like the sound of you calling me babe".

"Oh you do?" I say coyly. I lean in and whisper in an authoritative and sexy voice just inches from her lips, "Well you better get used to it... babe" before I kiss her. I can feel her smiling against my kisses. God this girl drives me wild. I'll never have enough of her.

Now seated at the kitchen table to eat, I ask, "So, do you have any ideas about what you want to do today?"

"Hmm... thoughts on a pottery class and lunch?" she replies before taking a bite of French Toast.

"Holy crap Em this is so good! Do you know how to cook in general or is this just a specialty of yours?" she asks taking another bite.

I shrug my shoulders and reply, "Eh. But thank you. I'm glad you like it". I don't want her to know quite yet that I know how to cook and have become quite good at it over the years. I want to save that as a special surprise for her when the time is right. "And yes, I'm down for doing that today. I've never been to a pottery class before. I've always wanted to though".

"Perfect! I know just the place we can go!" Ali replies excitedly.

A little over an hour and a half later, we step out of a cab and onto a busy street in Brooklyn. Alison seems to be familiar with this area because she's pointing out different places we could eat afterwards.

"This area is so up and coming. I love the vibe of this area. So lively. How do you know about this part of Brooklyn?" I ask Alison.

"I used to live near here. You're right, the vibe here is great. Come on, the pottery place is right here" she says taking my hand and pointing to this very unassuming store front in a tall, brick building. It doesn't really look like much on the outside. Stepping inside, we are greeted immediately by an older man at a front desk in this small room with a few chairs.

"Ali, are you sure this is the place?" I ask her.

"Of course! It's just behind that door over there. We just have to check in first. You're gonna freak when you walk in the room. It's pretty great" she says excitedly.