Three Years

Three years. It's three years that Lorna Morello and Nicky Nichols are out of prison. Three years that they've been living together in an apartment right off the outskirts of New York City. Two of those three years that they have officially been in a relationship together.

Three years of waking up together in the same bed – every morning.

"You're absolutely beautiful, kid," Nicky rasps, her voice still thick with sleep. She lays on her side—her arms reaching outright as they cradle around her girlfriend's face—with a warm smile brightly shining on her face. Her fingers delicately brush up and down the brunette's cheeks.

Lorna pecks their lips softly together, her arms wrapped warm around her neck. "You are too, Nicky," she beams, squeezing her tight. "I love you so much, and I'm so glad we met each other."

Enveloping her arms snuggly around Lorna's waist, Nicky pulls her on top of her and looks lovingly down at her. "I love you too, baby; more than anyone in the world. You and I are gonna have a long, beautiful life together," she says, her hands stroking through her girlfriend's soft brown waves of hair. Their lips find their way back together—breaking in to a heated kiss.