Kylie's POV~
"Y/n." I say irritated. I tried picking up a box to take upstairs, and she stopped me.
"Kylie, I know. We talked about this. I'm letting you do things. You aren't fragile. But that's a heavy box, and your stairs are kind of steep." She says.
"I could fall myself taking it up there, but better me than you." She says. She grabs the box and takes it upstairs.
"She's right, Kylie." Kendall says. I glare at my sister. She and our friends just laugh.
I grab some of Y/n's shoes and take them upstairs. I take them into our walk-in closet, setting them on her side.
She is hanging up her clothes, and the box she brought up is by her feet. I'm not even sure what was in it.
I look at her, watching her as she hangs her clothes up. Practically throwing them up there as her jaw is clenched tight.
I shake my head and head back downstairs. "When are you guys going to set up the nursery?" Gigi asks.
"Sometime this week." I say. "But I'm sure she'll make me sit it out." I mumble under my breath.
"Kylie, Y/n wouldn't do that." Hailey says. "Yeah." I mumble. I look towards the stairs, seeing Y/n come back down.
I had plenty of room in the room where I put all my fine China. She only had one set.
A set that had been in her grandmother's side of the family for years. She put it away earlier.
Y/n has been letting me do things. But I want to do what I want to do as I have always been more of an independent person.
That mixed with my hormones is not making it easy for her when she's logical.
"Did you already sell your house?" Zayn asks Y/n. "Not yet. I still have to find a studio spot so I can move my equipment." Y/n says.
Even though we don't live that far apart, she still rented a u-haul. Making it easier to move everything.
With the help of our friends, we got mostly everything moved and unpacked.
Y/n treated everyone to dinner as a thank you. As we walked out of the restaurant, there was a bunch of paparazzi.
Y/n grabbed my hand, keeping me at her hip. Making sure that she separated me from them.
She knows that a lot of them get rough and disrespectful. I'm sure that she'd blow a gasket if one of them hurt me.
She got me into the car just like all the guys got their girls in. Kendall and Devin rode with us.
They got in the back as Y/n went around and got into the driver seat. She started up the car and headed back to our house.
Kendall and Davin stayed for a little while longer before they decided to go home.
I headed upstairs after telling Norman goodnight. Of course, he was right next to Y/n on the couch when I did.
After I headed upstairs, I took my slow, sweet time getting ready for bed. I was wondering if she was going to come up soon.
I got changed, wearing a pair of my spandex shorts and one of her shirts. I have more of an option now that her entire wardrobe is here.
As I climb into bed, Y/n comes in and goes straight into the bathroom. We still haven't spoken. It's driving me insane.
I grab the remote and turn on the TV. Once I have selected a show, I lay down and get comfortable.
My eyes go from the TV to the open bathroom door several times. Waiting in anticipation of her to come out.
When she finally does, she comes out in a pair of joggers and a sports bra.
She turns off the bathroom light before climbing into bed. Her arms rested behind her head as she looked at the tv.
I turn on my side, facing her. Letting my eyes scan over the side of her face. She looks at me briefly before looking back at the TV.
"I'm sorry." I mumble. She shakes her head and lays her arm out. Inviting me to cuddle into her.
I smile, scooting closer to her. Allowing my head to rest against her shoulder. My arm and leg rested over her body.
Once I'm situated, she closes her arm around my back. Her hand resting on my hip.
"Are you going to be able to put up with me?" I ask in a mumble. "I'll manage." She finally says in a teasing tone.
We fall into a peaceful smile as we both watch the show that's showing on the TV.
"What was in the box?" I ask after a while. "Picture albums." Y/n mumbles.
"The ones from your grandma's old place?" I ask. "Yeah. I've only looked at one of them." She says.
"The one I opened was of my mother, her baby album. It's in good condition, but you can tell it's old. The other ones, though, they look newer." She says. It sounds like she has her suspicions about it.
"Are they of you, maybe?" I ask. Y/n shakes her head no. "I have the ones she made of me. Plus, she always showed it to me. These ones were hidden in her room." She says.
"We should start a picture album for our baby." I say, placing a small kiss on her jawline.
Y/n smiles and nods her head, saying, "That sounds like a plan." She turns her head towards me, giving me the opportunity to kiss her lips.
"Can we start the nursery tomorrow?" I ask after pulling away. "Yes, but there's a stipulation." She says.
"What's the stipulation?" I ask, sitting up slightly so I could look at her. "The only part you can't help with is the painting. Whether I do it or we hire someone." She says.
"Okay." I say softly with a small smile. Knowing that paint fumes aren't good for pregnant women, just like kitty litter.
Y/n pulls me down into a deep kiss. I hum into the kiss as I climb on top of her.
[A/n~ Chapter 39]
