Three years later and they are still in their honey moon phase. One wakes up every morning in their California King bed in white sheets next to the love of their life, whilst the other snores peacefully. The book next to the right side of the bed keeps her company as she awaits her lovers alarm to go off and her eyes to flutter open. Once her messy hair is up in a bun, she makes her way down the stairs, the music begins and Y/N knows her day is ready to begin. The lavish wardrobe is suited for the mass amount of clothes they now own together. The bed doesn't take long to make as the mustard yellow blanket covers the imperfections.

Y/N renovated her old apartment into a staff room and had lived with Elizabeth for 5 months before she finally sold her house for a number which Y/N can't even write down. After that, they used said money and moved into a house of their own. Y/N begged for the plants to come with them. "They're my babies!" She convinced her other half as the removal van got filled up with most of her overwatered children. They painted most of the rooms white and decorated them with the plant 'babies'. Elizabeth and Y/N made a deal: She can have her memorabilia, neatly, placed around the house if they kept the white, mustard and wood theme. Y/N opposed at first but after she presented an excruciatingly long PowerPoint of what she wanted the house to look like, the two came to an agreement.

A short trip down the spiral stair case brings Y/N to the living room where her early bird sat on one of the mustard chairs with a book in hand, a bowl of colourful fruits on her lap. The sun rays burst through our large windows- when they bought the house, she insisted it have large windows to see into the garden. Y/N had never owned my own garden and so far, it had been a luxury she would miss if she lost it. Saturdays now consisted of Y/N mowing the lawn whilst Elizabeth nurtured her vegetable patches and green house, which took a week to assemble as they both seem to have no idea how to use instruction manuals.

Elizabeth was incompetent when it came to building furniture but so was Y/N.

"Good morning." The blond greeted; book closed in her chest as she looked to the woman she was due to marry.

"Good morning, wife." Her other half responded.

Two years ago, La Lace was completed. They decided to keep the name, not wanting to lose the memories they had made there. The inside was completely redone and instead of a strip club it now resided as a... Club. One in which had a world-renowned DJ playing at most nights and was a hub of life every night. During the day Y/N spent her time preparing for the night coming by accepting orders of Alcohol and cleaning before the next night of hot bodies dancing sloppily to music Y/N knew off by heart now.

Elizabeth still worked at the University as an English Lecturer, she wanted nothing more than to teach young minds about the brilliance of words. Elizabeth finished at 4, Y/N had planned to finish at the same time. Everyday, they had the same routine and it fit the two well. At 1am, they would check La Lace was up and running okay, if Elizabeth had a rougher day, she would fall asleep in their luxury bed whilst her soon to be wife completed her tasks for the early morning. They would then spend the night together until 6am when the two would join each other for another day of life together.

The two married in August and had a beautiful fall wedding. Both of the families attended and got on well, Florence also attended. After hearing of Y/N and Elizabeth's engagement, she gave them her blessings and started to become a staple part of their lives when her and Aubrey started talking. They've been dating for 3 years now and after some therapy, resolved their issues and are happier than ever. Aubrey plans to propose once the buying of their apartment goes through okay. Last Christmas was the merriest it could have been. The two couples spent half the day together, drinking and enjoying the holiday times before Elizabeth and Y/N cooked the Christmas dinner. Well, it looked more as though Elizabeth did all the cooking whilst Y/N entertained their two guests who sat at the dining room table hand in hand. This Christmas would be no different, except for the fact there would be 1 more, smaller, addition to the group photos.

After a few months of deliberation, Y/N and Elizabeth welcomed a small and adorable baby into their lives.

Thor.

No, they didn't curse a baby by calling it Thor but instead they cursed a Golden retriever. After tears the two decided not to have a baby, Y/N didn't want to birth a child and couldn't see herself as a parent to a real human baby. Elizabeth wanted children but agreed they would be terrible parents and so after seeing 'Dotty' being sold on Craigslist they swooped her up. It turns out it wasn't a 4-week-old female puppy they were trading for Y/Ns old MacBook but instead a 3-month-old boy which they named Thor because of his boisterous behaviour. He was the perfect addition to their life.

A van turned into a home on wheels as the two built themselves a capsule to travel the world in. Their favourite? The beach. Being able to watch Thor prance around, kicking sand as though it was his best friend whilst the two lovers walked, hand in hand, watching the world turn. That sunrise would be their anniversary destination every year.

The time they spent together as a family lasted until the two found themselves growing older and being at peace more than they had ever been.

And it was, as the sun set on that final day that they were united one last time. Buried side by side to watch the sunset for eternity.