T E S S A ' S P. O. V
Is it possible to be in love with an apartment?
The moment I saw this studio flat in Denver that overlooks the botanic gardens I got that warm gushy feeling that I normally attribute to love.
The intense rush I received from brushing my fingers along the mahogany oak hall stand or the platinum silver trimmings or the silver chandelier, just secured my every thought that this was the apartment Kalen and I were going to first live in.
The first few months were a rocky adjustment, trying to move everything from New York to Denver whilst I juggled my classes on top, and Kalen adjusted his work schedule.
Sometimes he travelled back to New York for meetings and didn't come home until the early morning which was strange.
Still, it was better than being separated. Now we shared the same bed, we could fuck without limitations.
I think that was probably my favourite part.
My phone rings in the background whilst I finish off some study notes. In six months we would be moving back to New York, and hopefully getting married.
We left all the details to our parents because to be honest, I don't really care how what the wedding is like. I just want to marry him and if that means having a lavish ceremony with a hundred guests to please both our mothers, then fine.
The only thing I put my foot down on is the dress. I fell in love with this light bohemian gown with a satin trimmed belt around the middle, whilst visiting Kiara in Italy. I met with the seamstress and in a few months I'll be flying back over to collect it.
My mother wanted to wear her old dress from the eighties. It's beautiful but it's not me. I finally understand why people cry on Say Yes To The Dress.
Finally the ringing ceases and my best friend picks up. "I'm gonna die!", are the first words screamed down the receiver.
"Afternoon to you too."
She gives them that fatal death stare that made most girls bawl in high school. "It's almost nine here and my goddam baby still won't sleep."
"Hey this is why they say abstinence is the best method of birth control."
"Like you and my brother don't fuck like rabbits. Actually scratch that I really don't want that image in my head." I flush, remembering the string of dirty messages I accidentally sent to Kiara instead of my fiancé.
"Let me see my niece." Kiara holds up her screaming baby into the camera. My ears burn from the noise. She really is Kiara's daughter.
"Hi Stasia, hi baby...oh my god you look so cute in your little onesie that Aunt Tessa bought you..." Yes my baby talk is embarrassing but honestly I don't think anyone can help it when they see an adorable little face like hers.
"She is cute. At least there's that to counter the fact she poops like nothing have I've ever encountered, likes to pee all over me and screams all night...and day. I don't even know when the little heathen sleeps."
"How are you?" She removes all hyperbole and sighs heavily.
"Exhausted. Terrified. I know everyone says it's hard but I think at one point it just hits you. I have a baby, I'm responsible for the little thing. I can't fuck her up in the same way I am."
"We're all a little fucked up Kiara. It would be concerning if you had a perfect child...especially considering who her parents are."
Kiara shoots me that sharp glare again. "Tessa don't."
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