The Rainbow Effect

My World

"Babe." I heard Lila say. I spun around on my heels, and looked my lovely fiancé in the eyes.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Are we going to move in here, or are we going to move in to your home?" Lila asked, sitting down at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Well, honestly, I hadn't thought much about it." I said, sitting down with her.

"Well, we could sell your house." She said.

"Why mine?" I questioned, curiously.

"Well, with what happened with Brittany and all." She said.

"That thing with Brittany happened here." I corrected her.

"I meant yall did stuff there." Lila said, her face full of worry.

"I know baby, I know." I whispered. "How about this? We replace the bed with yours, put mine in the spare, and then we can redecorate my home, with yours." I offered.

"Alright. But that means we will have to put this house on the market." Lila resoned.

"Yeah, it does. Call the realtor. Cuz we're moving out." I said, smiling. I stood up, and looked around. "First things first-" I started to say but Lila cut me off.

"I'm the realest."

"Shush. Not what I was going to say. Anyway, we need to start packing." I said. "Where's all your boxes and shit?" I asked, looking around.

"Basement." She replied, refilling her cup of coffee.

"Come with me then." I said, opening the basement door.

"Psh. Nah. That shit is haunted." She said.

"Ha. You're funny." I said, walking down the stairs.

"If you pass out down there and wake up dead it's all on you." She hollered.

"How the hell do you wake up dead?" I screamed back.

"Go to bed alive, wake up dead." She told me.

'The dead don't wake up." I replied.

"Unless you a zombie." She said. I rolled my eyes in response and conintued down the stairs in search of boxes.

"I found a lot." I said, plopping the boxes onto the floor.

"There's a lot down there." She said.

"Yeah, so did you call the realtor?" I asked.

"Yeah. He told me to make sure I'm out by the fifteenth." Lila told me.

"That's a week." I said. "We better get started."

"Yeah. Let's start in the kitchen. Do we even need anything from my kitchen?" She asked, flicking on the light switch.

"I need a new pressure cooker, a pan, and a microwave." I said, chuckling.

"Alrighty, no problem." She said, placing my needed items into a box. "The rest?" She asked.

"We'll just drop them off at a thriftstore." I said, rummaging through her drawers.

"Then let's get to work." She said, opening her cabinets.

After spending the entire day cleaning out her kitchen, living room, dining area, and bathrooms, I was exhausted, and I plopped down onto the bed, our bed. I rolled over to watch her put some tape on another box. She seemed like she was struggling, but I thought it was adorable. Once she finished taping the box, I opened my arms and she fell into my hold. She kissed my cheek, and looked at me with tired eyes.

"We need jobs." She told me.

"But, we have so much money." I protested.

"I want us to completely redecorate your house. New floors, paint, maybe even fix up the pool and have a nice floral arrangement in the front yard." She said.

"And?" I asked.

"That will take up a lot of money." She said. "And I want to have my own personal walk in closet."

"Baby you can have the whole world." I told her, kissing her lips.

"Jasmine, do you love me?" She asked.

"Of course I love you." I told her.

"Then scream it to the world." She told me, smiling.

I whispered in her ear "I love you."

"Why did you whisper it?" She questioned.

"Because you are my world." I told her, kissing her sweet lips once again before I dozed off into a light sleep around my fiancé.

A/N~ Hey everyone. Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. School's been totally kicking my butt. Anyway, I know it's a short chapter, and it's unedited, but it'll have to do. I hope yall love it!

~Shortie