Hey guys! :D

I think this'll be the last chapter, but I've got another story in mind, so watch out for it! :)

Thank you all for sticking with me on my first fic adventure, it means a lot. :)

Sorry it's a little shorter than usual.

(It has a super cheesy ending, so be warned. :P)

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I blinked slowly, opening my eyes to the soft glow of the bedroom. I looked over at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it flashed the time '8:46'. I rolled over lazily and was greeted by the perfect sight; my beautiful girlfriend laying on her side, facing me, her soft red waves flowing out around her head. I smiled.

I had been living with Natasha for two weeks, and it had been wonderful. We spent so much time together, and I picked up on all the little things Natasha does, like how she hums when she's cooking and stares at Downtown Abbey with a raised eyebrow. Or how she takes exactly four minutes in the shower every morning and how her hair always smells of apples.

Oh yes, and how she gets up at exactly ten minutes to nine every morning. It's kinda weird.

"G'mornin'." she slurred, blinking away the sleep. "Time 's it?"

I grinned. "Eight fifty. Like every other morning probably ever."

"Hmm, good." she shut her eyes and lay back down, nestling her head in the mountain of fluffy pillows.

"You're not getting up?" I asked, amused.

She groaned. "It's Saturday and I have a wonderful girlfriend who's perfectly okay with snuggling until ten o'clock."

I chuckled and lay back down myself, scooting closer to Natasha's soft warmth. I curled an arm around her waist, and she put her hand on my shoulder. We remained there for five minutes before shifting to find a more comfortable position. This is how it always was; we'd get into bed, spend a few minutes facing each other, then I'd flip round to face my back to Natasha and we'd curl into each other like that.

Natasha claimed her position as big spoon, and I soon felt sleep wash over me once again.

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The next time I woke up, it was to the smell of fresh coffee and oranges.

"Mmm..." I hummed happily as I turned over to see Natasha looking down at me with a fond smile.

"Hey sleepyhead." she said.

I dragged myself to sit up in the bed, resting back on the headboard, and Natasha climbed in beside me, carefully balancing a tray with two mugs of coffee and a plate of toast with marmalade between us.

"Mm, what's this?" I asked.

"Breakfast."

"In bed?"

"It's Saturday." she said by way of explanation.

I nodded, smiling.

Natasha handed me a mug.

"Three sugars and a splash of cream, just how you like it." she said.

I stopped.

"How do you know I take my coffee like that?"

She stared at me, bemused.

"Well, I noticed. I mean, that's how you always ask for it."

"But...but you noticed. I mean, you paid attention." I said, uncomprehending.

She looked at me, the breakfast tray forgotten between us.

"No one's ever noticed before, have they?" she asked quietly.

I shook my head.

"All the little things. Like how you take your coffee, or your favourite type of jelly. Well, I notice, Jenny. I notice everything about you. The way your eyes sparkle when you're excited, or how you blush the most adorable blush every time anyone so much as complements you. I notice how you don't mind talking about your mother, because you'd rather talk about it than have people look at you nervously every time family dinner's mentioned. Your favourite smell in the world is melted chocolate and you can beat even Tony at Mario Kart. I know that you love your brother more than anything, and that you ask him for permission to do anything, mostly out of habit. I know you love dancing but you never learned how, I know your favourite Doctor is the tenth and you can't keep a straight face if someone says 'serious'.

I know these things Jenny, because I love you."

I stared at her for a moment. Not once in my life had someone noticed any of those things about me. I wasn't even aware that I did most of them.

"You got one thing wrong." I said quietly when I had regained the ability to speak.

"What?"

"You."

"What about me?" she asked gently.

"I love you more than anyone or anything in the universe."

We both smiled a brilliant smile just before I captured her lips in a sealing kiss.

I understood now what I didn't years ago. When I thought my mother had been right, that I didn't deserve it, that true love didn't exist. Or what I thought when I moved here, that I should just drown myself in studies to numb the pain of being alone.

Well, I understood now.

Because love came first.

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