Fate || BENNIFER

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Jennifer's P.O.V

We stepped across the threshold hand in hand. The sight that greeted us inside was a sea of boxes, a reminder of the work that lay ahead. But what we saw was completely different, a little glimpse into our future.

With synchronized movements, we approached the same box, our hands brushing against each other as we reached for the tape. We looked at each other with a playful smile and our gazes lingered.

We opened the box, revealing the first assortment of items, mostly photographs and other stuff that were somehow linked to some of our most special memories. Each item found its rightful place in our new living room, making it come to life.

We were still getting used to the new space, which made us feel a little clumsy. But every time we bumped into each other, our laughs echoed, filling the empty space.

I reached into a box and pulled out a porcelain vase. As I turned around to place it on a nearby shelf, my foot caught on the corner of a rug, causing me to stumble forward. In a split second, Ben instinctively reached out to steady me.

"That was fast..." I said smiling.

His grin widened, and he winked at me.

I looked around, and despite the chaos, I could see the place we had always dreamed of, a place where we would build a life together, a home we could call ours. I knew we would be happy there.

I turned around, a box in my hands, and my heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of Ben. He stood near the fireplace, a tender smile on his face, holding a small framed photograph. In the picture, Ben and I looked tired but radiantly happy. Our faces, etched with the endless hours of labor, still reflected the immense love we felt for our newborn. It had been taken by a kind nurse who had offered to capture the moment. It was imperfectly perfect, a snapshot of the beginning of our journey as a family of six.

I approached him, and reached out to touch the frame as well, my fingertips grazing Ben's. With a gentle smile, he placed the framed picture on the mantel, ensuring it found the perfect place.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow into the living room, I couldn't help bringing some fun into the moment.

With a mischievous smile, I picked up a cushion from a nearby box and playfully tossed it at Ben. It caught him off guard, and he stumbled backward, his arms flailing in an exaggerated attempt to maintain balance. The cushion missed its target, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

"You'll have to work on your aim, baby." He chuckled.

"Oh, really?" My voice filled with mock indignation.

He reached for another cushion and tossed it at me. Our living room quickly transformed into a playful battleground, cushions flying through the air, laughter echoing off the walls.

Our movements became a dance until we bumped into each other, our bodies colliding softly, causing us to freeze, our eyes meeting in surprise. Time seemed to slow down as we gazed at each other. In that instant, the playful banter faded away, replaced by a tender and intimate moment. The room fell silent as we leaned in, our lips meeting in a gentle and loving kiss.

As the kiss lingered, Ben's mischievous nature took over. With a playful grin, he swiftly scooped me up in his arms, causing me to squeal with surprise. He hoisted me onto his shoulder, my laughter filling the room. I held onto him tightly. As he walked to the staircase, he playfully slapped my butt.