Yours Truly ❁ n.k.h

• chapter thirty •

373 Bristol Street felt like a seesaw.

Day turned to night and night turned to day. One hour we were laughing, the next we were quiet. Routines were switched off and flowing seamlessly.

I was just going with the flow. I'd spent the past few days unpacking my bags and rearranging stuff in the room, which was nice. I came across shit I forgot I had, and even a few things that felt nostalgic. I found my favorite sweater, some photo albums, my storybooks, and even some clothes.

Dinah helped me sort through some of it. She was putting everything in piles between what I wanted to keep and what we unanimously thought was garbage.

It got a little hard though once we found a box of Angel's old stuff.

"Oh my goodness, look!" Dinah said holding up a picture between the three of us. Angel was in a pink basin in the sink, swaddled in a duck themed towel. She couldn't have been more than a few months old.

"Aw!" I crooned. Our daughter peered around, reaching up to grasp the picture from her mother's hand.

"That's me? That's not me!" She laughed. The blonde smiled down at her in awe.

"Yeah, babe, that's you. You weren't even one years old yet."

"One years old?" The small child held the picture to her face as if it could tell the test of time. "I don't look one years old! I look like - I look like a baby!"

"You were a baby." I chimed in, giving my wife a small smile. "That's when you couldn't fit in the tub."

"Oh my god, yeah! You remember the size of the preemie diapers?" Dinah added, looking at me. Her eyes were wide in remembrance. "She wore them for so long."

"Yeah, it felt like she could fit in the size of our hand."

"She pretty much could! Do you remember my grandpa literally fitting her in his baseball glove?"

"Oh, yeah, wasn't that like his lucky glove or something?"

Her curls moved as she nodded. "Yeah, the one he always talks about catching a ball at some team's game, and it's signed and all that."

I hummed, racking my brain for a minute. "Mets."

"Huh?"

"That's the team, it's the Mets."

"Oh, wow, I'm surprised you
remember that."

Angel looked between the both of us in confusion. If nothing else, the way her eyebrows scrunched together made her presence painstakingly noticeable. "What are the Mets?" She interrupted.

"It's baseball."

She crinkled her nose in disgust then, earning a laugh from us. "Ew."

I'm sure we would've gone on longer but Angel and Dinah went on a tangent about whether baseball was cool or 'yucky' and I was in no position to stop them. All in all, it wasn't a bad time unpacking.

It felt like kismet to finally see my storybooks after so long though. I spent damn near all night in the living room flipping through them and reading the words I strung together. There were so many but two stuck out to me the most. Of course they were my wife and daughter's.