Yellow(HerWong)

EPILOGUE

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[Note: Binago ko Yung totoong name Ng parents ni Deanna, baka mag ka problem eh, tnx]

"Yes, mom," Deanna rolled her eyes, looking over at the girl in the passenger seat. "We just left the airport. We'll be there soon."

"You'll see, mom, I told you," Deanna bit her lip and glanced over at Carly. The smaller girl in the passenger seat smiled softly. "Alright mom, I've got to drive. I'll see you soon."

Deanna laughed softly once she hung up, setting her phone in the cupholder and lacing Carly's fingers with hers with her free hand.

"You look nervous," Carly tilted her head to the side slightly, letting her loose curls fall over her shoulder. "Are you nervous?"

Deanna shrugged and turned her attention back to the road, following the familiar route to her childhood home. "A little, yeah. I have no reason to be, though."

"It will be fun, right?" Carly traced her fingers around Deanna's wrist absentmindedly.

"Of course," Deanna smiled. "You get to meet my crazy family." Carly giggled and flipped Deanna's hand over, tracing circles in her palm.

Weeks had passed since Carly's acquittal. The seasons had changed, leaving a light blanket of snow across the ground in New York. In Miami, however, it was practically the perfect temperature. It was comfortable outside no matter what you were wearing.

After she was released, Carly was required to begin routine therapy appointments. At first, the smaller girl had been hesitant. But with ushering from Deanna, and time, the bi-weekly visits began to show progress.

She'd never be back to 100% normal. But as her doctor had said, there was always room for improvement.

One of Deanna's main concerns had been her and Carly's relationship. She talked to Carly's therapist right off the bat, firing question after question at the middle aged woman.

What she'd walked away with was a never ending list of medical terms, which basically explained to Deanna that yes, Carly was capable of love. And a relationship was fine as long as things were taken at a slow pace, and Carly was well aware of where things were going.

Carly was aware. Definitely aware. When Deanna had discussed the future with her, she was met with a babbling Carly, going on and on about what they would name their children, and what color they would paint their house. (Yellow, obviously.)

The thought of spending the rest of her life with Carly gave Deanna butterflies every time she thought about it. But she could wait. The more people she met on a daily basis, the more she realized how much she needed Carly.

And now, here they were. Weeks later, holding hands in the car on the way to Deanna's childhood home. Deanna's mother had invited Deanna and her 'mystery girlfriend' to spend Christmas with them.

So yes, Deanna was nervous. Extremely nervous. She had no idea how her parents would react when they found out who the mystery girl actually was. Because as far as they knew, Deanna still hated Carly with every bone in her body.

"Here we are," Deanna smiled nervously. She squeezed Carly's hand and nodded towards the house on the corner of the street. A group of small children were gathered on the front lawn, kicking around an inflatable beach ball.

"I like it," Carly smiled widely, sitting up straighter to get a better view of the house. Deanna parked the car on the side of the road and took a deep breath, turning to Carly.

"You'ready?" she asked, biting her lip. Carly nodded.

"Are you?" she rebutted, catching onto the fact that Deanna was more nervous that she had admitted to being.