If You Go Down, I Go Down With You

Comfortable

It had been three months since Steve's "confession" and "suicide". James and I were in the clear. The lead detective told us shortly after they found Steve's body that the case had been closed.

We were guilty as hell, but relieved it was finally over for us. We decided to move, and today we were. We were moving to North Carolina. No particular reason.

If you were in specific part of North Carolina, you could be alone. There were no neighbors, no one around. The part we were moving to was a little out of charlotte. 15 miles down the road there were stores and everything we needed.

We handed the business over to Daryl. If he wanted to do something with it, he could. If not, he'd get rid of it for us. As if it was never there.

As of now, we had nothing to worry about other than each other. We had just hauled the rest of the boxes into the moving truck and we were about to leave.

Our new house James had built exactly like this one, just in a different location. We wanted it to be like this one because it was our home. It was where we had our first I love you.

But we couldn't stay where we were. We couldn't take that chance. So we were moving our home. That's saying 'the home is where the heart is'. Anywhere James is, is my home. James is my heart.

I fall asleep on the ride there and when we do finally get there James wakes me up by crashing his hand down on my thigh real hard.

I yelp when I feel the smack and I'm wide awake. I look at him in shock and shove him as best I could from the passenger seat. "James what the fuck!?"

"You looked so peaceful." He smirks. "So you decided to hit me to wake me up? What happened to waking me up with kisses?" I wasn't actually mad, it was very funny. I was just giving him shit, and he knew it.

"I didn't want to kiss you. I wanted to hit you." He says simply. "I thought you loved me." I shook my head, holding back my smile. "I lied. I can't stand you."

I pretend to cry and he doesn't stop laughing. "Get out of the car." He says as he gets out himself. I get out of the car and he goes to unlock the front door.

"You know I'm only out of the car because I want to get unpacked and take a nap." I yell to him. He walks back after opening the door and we start unloading boxes.

"How are you thinking about another nap? You just slept 4 hours straight." He's been laughing all day and it's music to my ears. I love the way he laughs. I love him. I can't help but smile at him.

We unload the truck which takes about and hour and we leave everything but what we need in the living room. Once we're done I plop down on our new bed.

"I need a nap too." He says. Laying down next to me. "You're not getting a nap." I say and look at him dead serious. "What? Why?" He doesn't think I'm kidding.

"No I'm just kidding. But can you make sure the front door is locked?" I rolled over to look at him and he was giving me a death stare. "I hate you."

We had gotten really comfortable with each other to say the least. He rolled out of bed and locked the door. I was undressed and under the covers by the time he got back.

"You know I like to do that." He says gesturing to my clothes on the floor. "You took too long and I'm tired and we're not doing anything anyway. Just sleep tonight."

"But." He starts. "No buts James. My whole body hurts and you know if I look at you I'll give in so stop looking at me and get in bed already."

"You've been a bully all day." He mutters. He takes off his clothes and gets into bed with me. "I have not. I'm tired and you woke my up by smacking me."

Again, I'm not actually mad. I'm just giving him shit. And I could tell he was kidding about being upset about wanting to take my clothes off himself. He looked exhausted too.

I rolled over to face him and leaned up kissing his cheek before adjusting myself so I could lay my head on his chest. He tilted my head up and kissed my forehead. "Goodnight Eliza." He smiles down at me.

"Goodnight James." The last three months, I feel like he's changed a lot. He still has that dominant personality but I see this teddy bear side of him too and I love it. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you."