The next morning Fuuko woke me by slapping my stomach with my phone, "You really need to do something about your girlfriend or at least silence your phone before leaving it on my side of the bed."
"Fair enough, love. What did she want so early in the morning?"
"How should I know. I'm not your ex I trust you. I didn't read them, but I'm not going on another fake date, and I refuse to actually share you if she screwed things up with Yuki."
"Got it. Come here," I responded pulling her down on top of me. My mother was home, but she would be in bed for hours.
We passionately made love ravishing each other with a hunger that was never sated only contained. After I opened my phone as I tried to catch my breath.
"I want to try with Yuki. I need your help, so I don't make the same mistakes again."
"I want to go see Yuki do you think it's a mistake? I mean what would I even tell her parents?"
"I'm outside Yuki's going in if you don't give me a better idea."
"Yuki came out. I'm so nervous. If you read these wish me luck."
"So, me and Yuki are dating. She was waiting for me. She knows me better then I know myself, lol."
"Now that I've calmed down and am looking at the clock, I realize you were probably sleeping. Hope I didn't disturb you or Fuuko. Love you, Yuni. See you on the train,"
I read through Natsume's texts. They read like a developmental chart of her love. I was glad to see they had finally gotten together. Now I didn't need to feel bad for ending things and embracing Fuuko.
"I want to go public," I said and Fuuko rolled now looking interested in what I had been doing.
"Why? What did she say?"
"They've made it. For now, any ways. She's moved on. I don't have to worry about hurting her anymore."
"So, this isn't to prove a point to her or to convince me?"
"Not at all. It's because it will make me happy. So, if it will make you happy to then let's do it."
"I mean were not vary subtle and we haven't been hiding it really, but we can do anything short of telling my parents. I don't want to tell them until I know where I'm going when they kick me out."
"Then let's tell my mom first. I bet we can convince her to let you move in if you get kicked out."
She nodded and kissed my forehead.
We did that night in fact and then mom said, "I know and I don't mind, but if you're going to be intimate do it when am at work. You clearly can't control your enthusiasm."
I turned blood red and grabbed Fuuko and darted from the house. Next, we started telling our friends. We decided not to keep it from them, but not to deliberately hide it from the teachers. Still, she wasn't ready to tell her parents. She wasn't afraid of them kicking her out anymore. She had too much support for that, but it could go another way. They could keep us a part even send her away. So, we decided to wait until she turned eighteen. Though we got permission for her to all but live with us. As long as her grades didn't slip, she could stay with me whenever she wanted.
"You know I want to work with books when I get out of school. Will you be upset if my job doesn't make much?"
"As long as you're not upset at me because we're poor. My grades aren't good, and I don't know what I want to do, so I'll probably end up in some low-end job barely scrapping by."
"You'll be awesome. Maybe we will be poor, but even if we are we'll be happy so who could ask for more?"
Days flew by and we were often joined by Yuki and Natsume. I found it annoying, but Fuuko said we had put them together so we had to be there for them when we could. I reminded her how terrible Yuki had been to me, and she countered that she wasn't the same Yuki that did that stuff. We settled on her being there, but me not liking it. Oddly enough they were together for less than a month when Natsume and Yuki came out. Natsume tried to convince me it was because of how well people took me and Fuuko coming out, but I had my doubts.
We graduated, married and started our life. Natsume was gone. She was still with Yuki when she left, but we didn't stay in touch. Luckly we never seen that piano playing freak. Fuuko opened a small bookstore, and I worked as a waitress for a while. Eventually thanks to Fuuko's hard work we were able to just work together. We still curl up in front of the fireplace, and she'll read to me. Sometimes I wonder if this is really a dream and if I'll be snatch away from this life sometimes, but most days my old life never even crosses my mind. I'm so grateful for Fuuko and the love she's given me.