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Red Threads

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It was late at night, and the bed was warm. Stacie could feel Aubrey sleeping beside her peacefully, dozing away and oblivious to the world. They had been officially dating for the past three months, and Stacie still didn’t know what to do with that information. Aubrey had been offered scholarships to Emory, Mercer, and Georgia University, but the blonde was passing for the moment to save money. It did help that she had been placed in the legal department of a Fortune 500 company based in Atlanta. That way, Stacie was able to see her, even after the blonde graduated. 


Stacie sighed in contentment and brushed her fingers through the blonde’s hair. She never thought she could love someone as much as she loved Aubrey. Sometimes the fear of losing the other woman was almost paralyzing; memories of her father’s death would overcome her, and sometimes her dreams would put the blonde in his place. When those nightmares occurred, Stacie would jerk awake and stare at the other girl, fighting off the urge to run. Her place was with Aubrey now, and she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. 


“I can hear you are thinking, go to sleep,” Aubrey mumbled into her pillow. Stacie peered at the other girl and allowed a slight smile to curl her lips upwards. Green eyes squinted at her in the dark, and Stacie felt the urge to kiss Aubrey at that moment, so she did. Leaning in, she brushed her lips against her girlfriend’s and felt the soft press of Aubrey against her body. Long arms wound around her waist and squeezed tight for a moment. Stacie could feel Aubrey’s heart beating next to her’s, steady as ever. “Did you have another one of your nightmares?” Aubrey asked through a thick yawn. 


“No, this dream was a good one,” Stacie smiled. The pair had shifted, so Stacie’s lips were now pressed against Aubrey’s hairline, and the blonde’s nose was grazing her neck at certain angles. “If it was good, why did you wake up?” Aubrey grumbled. Stacie smoothed a thumb over Aubrey’s jaw and considered the question. 


“I never thought I’d have this; I always thought I didn’t need it,” Stacie said slowly. 


“And now?” Aubrey hummed. 


“And now, now I think I don’t want to go a single day without knowing what it’s like to love you, and that terrifies me,” Stacie admitted. Aubrey remained silent, so silent that Stacie wondered if the girl had fallen asleep. She continued anyway, “After my parents got divorced, I thought love was kind of pointless, y’know? They got along better as friends anyway, so I always thought maybe platonic love was more important. But then my Dad died, and I realized how much it hurt to love someone that much and lose them. So, in my dreams, when I lose you, I freak out because that’s my entire reason for not wanting to do this in the first place.” 

“But we are doing this,” Aubrey murmured. “


“Yeah, we are. We’re doing this, and I love you so much, but I don’t know the first thing about keeping you. Maybe I did in the past, but now it’s just fear and improvisation. It’s like an experiment that I’m just adding chemicals to, and there’s a part of me that’s just waiting for it to blow up.” Aubrey rubbed her thumb in circles on Stacie’s hip, effectively easing some of the tension in the brunette’s body. 


“I don’t know what you mean by ‘Maybe in the past, because so far you’re doing an amazing job. You’re more romantic than all my exes put together, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t know what you’re doing. I don’t either; that’s why people date. They’re just figuring it out, and considering you’re the first person I’ve dated that hasn’t been a complete and total narcissistic ass, I’d say you’re doing a great job.” Aubrey must have been tired if she was casually cursing. Stacie pressed a kiss to the crown of the blonde’s head and smiled at the praise. 


“You’re not going anywhere;” Stacie’s words were more for her own benefit, but Aubrey answered them anyway. “Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.” 


Stacie closed her eyes and wrapped an arm over Aubrey’s shoulders. She never thought she would be in love, but she wouldn’t have it any other way if it were Aubrey. Aubrey’s breathing eventually evened out, sleep claiming her once more. Aubrey laid motionless, enjoying the warmth and comfort that Aubrey supplied. 

“I think I’m going to marry you one day,” Stacie said more to herself than anyone else. Aubrey’s breathing didn’t falter, so the brunette knew she was still asleep. Stacie took the time to study her love’s features. Her nose, the point of her chin, and the curvature of her brow. The way her lips curled upward in her sleep and the absence of worry lines. Yeah, you’re going to marry her one day. Stacie pressed another kiss to Aubrey’s forehead and closed her eyes to join her girlfriend in slumber. She knew she was right; of course, she had seen it in her dreams.