Love Lasts Forever

moving

Hey guys so i posted the chapters in the wrong order when i scheduled them. 🤣 Oops. This chappie 📖was supposed to be before the other one. Sorry 😢

I stand at the entrance of our new penthouse, the smell of fresh paint and polished wood filling my lungs like a warm hug. "Welcome home, Harper!" I grin, nudging her playfully with my elbow. The view is breathtaking—an endless panorama of the city sprawled out before us, glimmering like a field of stars.

Harper's eyes widen as she takes it all in. "Oh my gosh, Charlie! This place is insane!" She spins around, her long hair curling in the air, and I can't help but laugh at her exhilaration.

"It's all thanks to my parents," I say, puffing out my chest slightly. "Dad and Mom really outdid themselves."

Harper bites her lip and gives me that smile—the one that makes my heart race like I just sprinted a hundred meters. "Honestly, you know how lucky you are, right? The penthouse?" She flourishes her hands dramatically. "It's like we're living in a movie!"

"Let's unpack first!" I nod, trying to sound responsible. "We still have tons of boxes to go through."

"Sure, but first..." She sidles up to me, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Can we take a moment to appreciate this view?"

I follow her gaze outside, and the golden rays of the setting sun cast everything in a warm glow. The city looks alive and vibrant, like it's welcoming us to our new adventure. "Yeah, it's pretty amazing."

"I mean, all this space! We could throw epic parties and—"

"Harper," I interrupt, my voice teasing. "Just think about all the cleaning after."

She rolls her eyes but then bursts into laughter. "Fine, Mr. Responsible. But we've got time for some fun first, right?" She leans closer, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Totally," I say, feeling the warmth radiating between us. The boxes and packing tape are suddenly forgotten, and all I can focus on is her. "But what do you have in mind?"

She takes a step closer, and I can feel the air between us charge with something electric. "How about a celebratory kiss to seal the deal?"

I blink, genuinely surprised. "A kiss?"

"Why not? We just got married! Isn't that the tradition?"

I take a deep breath, my heart racing. "Well, yeah, I guess it is!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" She moves in ever so slightly, and before I know it, my hands are resting on her waist, pulling her closer.

Her breath hitches as our lips meet, and the kiss is soft at first, just a brushing of lips. But then she deepens it, and everything else fades away—the unpacked boxes, our new home, the world outside. It's just us, connected in this incredible moment.

"Wow," I mumble against her lips as I pull back slightly. "That was... wow."

"Yeah? You liked it?" She bites her lip, looking playful.

"I loved it. But we should probably—"

"Unpack?" she interjects, raising an eyebrow. "You know, I think we can save that for later. I mean, come on! We're just married, in a penthouse, with a view like this."

"I... uh, okay, you make a compelling case." I can't help but grin back at her enthusiasm. "So, what's next?"

"Next," she says, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "I think we should explore the kitchen. I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

I pull back to look at her, feigning offense. "Starving? But we have so much to unpack!"

"Oh, how tragic!" she laughs, throwing her hands up. "Just think of all the snacks we can't have until everything is put away!"

"Okay, okay! You win!" I concede. "Let's check out the kitchen."

We wander hand in hand through the penthouse, searching for the kitchen. The spacious rooms feel like they could hold our laughter and love forever. "Look at this place!" I exclaim as we step into the kitchen. "They have a coffee machine that practically looks like it belongs in a café."

"I'll take a latte, please!" Harper grins as she opens cabinets, her excitement palpable. "And where's our snack stash?"

"Right here!" I say, pointing to the drawers. "They stocked us up, remember?"

"Oh, the perks of being the son of your royal parenting duo." She giggles and starts digging through the drawers, scattering things everywhere.

"Hey! Be careful with those!" I laugh, trying to control the chaos.

"I live for chaos!" she smirks, winking at me.

"Okay, okay! Chaos is good, but how about we not lose all our plates before we even start cooking?"

"Fine, Mr. Responsible," she teases again, giving me that infectious grin that makes everything else disappear. "Let's just whip up something simple to celebrate our first night here."

"Deal!" I reply, grabbing some items from the fridge. "But how about after we eat, we actually start unpacking?"

"Only if we can have another makeout session afterward!" she says, winking.

"Now that's a deal I can get behind!" I laugh, and as we start to prepare our impromptu meal, the laughter echoes off the penthouse walls, feeling less like a house and more like our home.

The pizza rolls bubbling in the oven, the couch still buried under boxes, and a view that promises countless memories; I realize that this new phase of our lives is just the beginning. Unpacking can wait—so can all the responsibilities of adulting.

For now, it's just me and Harper, and the adventure truly begins.