Every Night Is Another Story

Chapter 13

6 months later

It’s been three months since the whole Bram incident, but if anything it got them closer, Becky proved to be nothing but supportive through that time, and as much as she wanted to be closed to Charlotte to ensure nothing would happen she understood the blonde could take care of herself trusting Charlotte to let her know if she needed her.

As for the blonde, she couldn’t be happier, she finally has someone who loves her just like she is and encourages to be the best she can be while also letting her make her own choices. She’s learned to trust Becky and go to Becky when there’s something wrong.

After a year of dating they eventually decided to move in together after all most of their nights were spent either at Becky’s or Charlotte’s, very rarely did they stayed a night apart. Really Becky was the one who took the plunge, Becky decides to move out of her apartment and buys a house, and doesn’t tell Charlotte until the deal closes and she’s got the keys in her hands.

“You’re the first person I wanted to show,” she told her when she picked her up after work soe they could see it together. Of course the house Becky pick is suspiciously a lot like what Charlotte had once mentioned she would like. They’ve talked about it, move in together, the future, wedding, kids the whole thing and Becky, well Becky felt then was a good time as any to move in.

On that day they walk arm in arm along the riverside from her place, and they turn onto this quiet street they had walked through before Charlotte’s breath catches in her chest. And it that moment she knows, she knows the house… it wasn’t just Becky’s but it was for the both of them and all the blonde can do is smile and hold on a little tighter on to Becky’s hand. The SOLD sign out front makes her feel like they’re so old, but is a welcomed feeling.

“Ready?” The redhead asks, with this adorable yet coy smile on her face.

“I’ve always loved this one,” Charlotte responds, with an equally small but adorable smile.

“I know,”  The redhead mumble’s when she turns to fit the key into the lock.

The whole place is empty, walls painted white with hardwood floors. And the blonde starts looking around taking small steps, taking it all in. The redhead puts her hand on the small of her back and pushes her into the hall, then left into the living room. It’s big and open with a fireplace and a big window and built-in bookshelves, makes sense, Charlotte thinks, and she can already see herself walking in Sunday mornings with a cup of coffee in her hands and her girlfriend sitting by the fireplace a book on her lap and her mind on the clouds. And her heart flutters at the visual.

“Becks...” she says, shaking her head a little breathless.

“The kitchen is great,” Becky tells her, smiling, and then starts walking past her. “For me of course since you can’t cook to save your life.” She says with smirk as she laughs and Charlotte just shrugs her shoulders. She’s right after all.

“Upstairs?” The blonde asks and the redhead nods her head making a motion with her hand for the blonde to go ahead.

They’re in the master bedroom, and she opens the doors to the terrace which overlooks her little back yard, it’s beyond perfect.

“This place is amazing.”

“It’s too big,” Becky says not as a complaint but more like a statement  “For just me, I mean. But…” She shrugs, hands tucked into her pocket.

Charlotte giggles and throws her arms around her. It’s not lost on her that they’re standing in the exact spot a bed might go.  “One might think you need a roommate...” she teases.