A/N: One shot for now, but can easily be transitioned into a multi-chapter fic, if you guys would prefer. :)
It's based on the Heya photos Vanessa tweeted after the finale, and the photos of Di and Naya in London, holding hands.

Everything about the room I was in was familiar to some extent, but invariably not quite enough. I'd yet to open my eyes, as I could feel the grey sky tilting through the windows, but I was fully aware of the sensations around me, teasing and tormenting my senses with commonality. The warmth of small soft hands, one across my stomach, the other nestled into my side; the scent of vanilla and honey drifting up from the head of blonde hair curled into my neck; the pillows beneath me, not from home, reassurance that I was still in London. I stretched to my right, moving just slightly, as I didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty collapsed in slumber next to me. As per every morning, I settled back into the mattress, and opened the Twitter app at the bottom of my iPhone's home page.

I scrolled through my feed, favoriting one or two tweets from friends I was following, before I noticed Vanessa had tweeted four photos in a row, all from the day we finished filming the finale. I remembered the day clearly, a mixture of laughter and tears and recollections of the amazing moments I had experienced with the rag tag group of beautiful, wonderful people I'd come to know as my second family.

"love: it's what sugar is made of. good night littlecreatures. i adore you. forever yours, -littlelengies"

Grinning at Vanessa's tweet, I opened it to see which photos she'd posted, because she wouldn't show us after they were taken. Cradling her in my arms, as if she really was our child, my mind had fluttered back to a little before February, when the jokes of our characters being Sugar's mothers began. I had ignored the incessant noises from the camera as photo after photo had been taken, and I simply smiled down at Vanessa, wrapped in that ridiculous blanket, pulling faces that made it hard not to burst into uncontrollable giggles.

I'd been having trouble with my service in London, so the photo took a little longer than usual to load, and quite honestly, I'm glad it did. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the photo, every detail, trying to persuade my mind to journey back to the moment, to see if there had been something I missed.

To anyone else, it would have been acting. It would have been three good friends, joking around - nothing out of the ordinary. It was the look in her eyes that threw me off. It was a look I had seen before, more than once, maybe more than a thousand times - a look of adoration, of unconditional and irrevocable love. How had I missed that? I remember it being one of the first photos taken, and as I went through the rest of Vanessa's tweets, I carefully analyzed each of the others. There was one in which my hand was carefully placed on Heather's thigh. I don't remember that in the slightest, but I suppose muscle memory brought our bodies together. The third, her gaze was turned directly to the camera, and my heart clenched tightly. A myriad of emotions were splayed across her face, and it might not have been obvious to anyone then, but it was obvious to me now. I could read her like a picture book - no words needed to be spoken for me to know precisely what was going on underneath those sun kissed curls. She looked almost heart broken, and near tears, with a nervous, tight lipped smile across her features. I don't know if someone had caught her attention, or said something to provoke that response, but she looked as though she might fall into a thousand pieces right then and there.

I hesitantly opened the last photo on Vanessa's page, accompanied with a thank you to the both of us for her season. We all loved our Little Lengies, but she, Heather, and I had become incredibly close when she'd settled into place, and she was a huge proponent in the resurrection of our relationship, whatever it had been. We hadn't spoken in months, not the way we used to, and she slowly but surely nudged us together, rekindling the steadfast friendship we'd had for over three years, while subtly hinting at believing there was something more.

My breath caught in my chest when the fourth photo, because this one I remembered perfectly. I'd placed my right hand beneath Vanessa's head, rocking and shushing her in jest, while we both tried to hold back giggles. A warmth enveloped me, as Heather's hand covered my own, as it had done a thousand times over. I momentarily flinched, and caught a wave of hurt pass over her questioning blue eyes. I shook my head and sent a shy smile her way, before cupping her hand in my own, surprised at the shock waves that still pulsed through my body. I remember wondering if she'd felt them, wondering where exactly we had gone wrong.

I was shaken from my thoughts by the warm body next to me nuzzling my neck as she slowly woke up.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Had fun last night?" We'd met up with Matthew the night before, all going out to celebrate London, and from what I could gather, ended up in a district known for its gay clubs. Regardless, we'd had a wonderful time, and I couldn't help but thinking how small our world really was, and how grandiosely my decisions could change that world, even if I would more than likely be shooting in New York while Heather remained on set in LA.

"Yeah," Dianna whispered. "I had a lot of fun babe," she continued, wrapping her left arm more tightly around my waist and pressing a kiss to the underside of my jaw.

"Do you think those paparazzi photos from last night are going to become a big deal?"

"I wouldn't worry about them, honestly. Very few people will think much of it, holding hands or not."

I simply nodded, knowing there was a least one person who would think something of it, and I knew she'd think a lot.