Morning came in slow, but a little harsher than what Yang had been expecting. Sunlight beamed in through the slit in the curtains, right into the unfortunate position of on Yang's face. Not for the first time, not for the last time, Yang cursed the Sun. She cursed it for being the reason that she had to crack her eyelids open, to face the day. She wouldn't have minded sleeping more. Sleeping in was always a good idea, and this was an opinion that Yang held very dearly in her heart, and she dared anybody to oppose her on that.

"It's time to get up, Yang," a sleepy voice mumbled from beside her.

That fucking traitorous bitch, Yang thought, and she might have mumbled it too, because she felt a limp hand slap her shoulder. Yang grumbled and pulled Blake in closer.

"It is not time to get up," she said, doing her best imitation of her 9 year old self on the first day of school. Blake laughed against Yang, and she smiled. It had been like this for months now. Blake wondered when Yang was going to give it up, but she figured that this was just an inherent part of her character. Blake sighed, rolling her eyes a little.

"Yang," Blake said, trying to pull away from the taller girl.

"Nooooooo," Yang whined, squeezing Blake. "I don't want to get up, and I don't want you to get up. Stay in bed and cuddle with me."

Blake hummed a little, running fingers up and down Yang's sides. "Honey, both have work today," she said. Yang still wasn't used to that pet name. It made her unreasonably happy every time she heard Blake say it. Yang cracked one eye open, biting back her giant dumb smile, and looked at the bedside clock.

"We got some time," Yang said, settling back into her position as she rested her chin atop Blake's head.

"Like 10 minutes," Blake quirked an unseen brow.

"Then I want to spend those 10 minutes snuggling in bed with you, now stop fighting me and cuddle," Yang said with an air of finality. She couldn't kid herself into ever commanding Blake Belladonna, but she knew her proposition was more than convincing to the smaller girl. And a little hesitation, a little chink in Blake's armour was all Yang needed to carry her plan through. The saying about giving an inch and taking a mile, that was all Yang. Give Yang a hug and she'll smother you for 10 minutes.

10 blissful minutes.

Blake sighed into her girlfriend. "Okay," she said, planting a little kiss on Yang's collar.

"I love you," Yang mumbled.

"We're still going to have to get up eventually," Blake said.

"Then we will," Yang replied.

"Together."

"Then we can take a shower together too," Yang smiled, the insidious little thing blooming on her face. Blake smacked her again.

"I love you too," Blake said after a little pause. Then there was another pause. "Do you want to get married?"

"I already picked out your ring," Yang said, pulling back to look at Blake in the eyes. Their smiles matched, and Blake couldn't have ever imagined fitting this well anywhere else in the world. She'd decided very firmly a while ago that this was where she belonged. Looking at the woman she loved, cuddling and feeling completely at ease. "Are you asking me to marry you?"

"Yes, I am," Blake said, without hesitation.

"Let's get married, Blake," Yang said, leaning in to kiss her. Then she pulled back. "After we get out of bed, though," she settled back into her position. "In 10 minutes."

"In 10 minutes," Blake yawned, cuddling against Yang.

And, that's it. That's the end! I hope you guys really did enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Ahem, if you would allow me to indulge a little bit here. I know nobody ever reads the Author's Notes, so it's cool, whatever. I just have some things I feel like I need to say about this.

I wrote the first chapter of this in one night, in the dark in my room completely alone. I'd just experienced the worst heartbreak of my life. I was in love with my best friend. And, I know that sounds horribly cliche and stupid, but there you go. She'd shut me down hard, and I had the privilege of seeing her with the guy she actually fancied a few hours after, having the loveliest time of her life. Incidentally, they didn't work out. But I just got inspired to write something like this after the daze of my heartbreak.

And it somehow spiraled out of control.

Honestly, I already had the story beats for something like this down, but I hadn't gotten any of the details down. It was kind of an on-the-fly thing, writing this. But it all kind of worked out in the end, so yay!

The reasoning I had for writing this was that I just wanted to turn my sad experience (which honestly seems so asinine to talk about, or even think about now) into something that somebody could find joy in, or at the very least be entertained by. And I went in with the thought that if even one person reads this and enjoys it, I would be absolutely content. But, wow, I didn't actually expect this many people to actually read and enjoy the trash that I write.

Oh, I know my story isn't anything big. Compared to lots of others, mine is probably pretty shit. But that's not the point. The point is that I've (hopefully) managed to write something that people enjoyed, and that it all came from a shitty experience.

I hope that I'm doing something good here by creating something. I figure that's what it's all about, right? Just to keep creating content and to keep bettering it and to not stop.

So I won't stop. I'm going to keep writing, and if people actually like it, I'd be more than honoured to keep doing it.

Okay, so the A/N is longer than the epilogue, whoops.

To end off, I really want to thank you guys for reading this. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. What you do means a lot. Thank you.