Meet The Klosses [Kaylor]

Chapter Seven

Falling back into their usual routine is easy. Karlie is free until the second week of January so the two spend almost every waking hour together. They laze around the apartment with the cats, bake, and Karlie even shows Taylor around NYU's campus the Wednesday after they get back. Taylor's still unbelievably proud of the model for pursuing a higher education despite not really needing the degree. 

Taylor's currently slaving over a hot stove with her hair and makeup already perfectly done, and her apron protecting her dress from any accidental spills. Karlie's out running some errands and Taylor wants dinner to be ready by the time she gets back. The eggplant parmesan recipe was infuriatingly in-depth, and Taylor didn't have time to mess up and start over. It's a lengthy process but it all seems worth it in the end when she's setting the dining room table and uncorking the wine. The TV in the living room is off, the lights are dimmed, and the cats have been confined to the bedroom for the evening. Everything is perfect.

Maybe I'm trying too hard.

Taylor quickly dismisses the thought. Is there even such a thing as trying too hard when you're getting ready to propose? She's going to go with no. She quickly lights the candles that are in the center of the table and steps back to admire her handy work. It looks good enough to go on Instagram but she refrains. The sound of keys jingling in the front door sets Taylor in motion. She quickly ducks into the kitchen to rid herself of her apron, and uses the toaster to check her reflection before venturing back out into the dining room. Karlie's standing there looking at the setup with a confused but pleased expression on her face.

"Did I miss an anniversary?"

"Nope. I just thought I'd make dinner."

"You made dinner last night and it definitely wasn't like this. What's up with the mood lighting?"

"I can't do something romantic? Now put your bag down, wash your hands and come eat." Taylor huffs as she starts to pour the wine. She didn't have a chance to let it breathe as much as she would have liked but it would have to do.

Karlie does as she's told and Taylor can tell that there are still a dozen questions bouncing around her head. After she washes her hands in the kitchen and returns, the two sit down to eat.

"I'm not even dressed for this." Karlie says as she eyes the little black dress Taylor has slipped into.

"You look beautiful."

"I look like a potato." Karlie huffs as she fusses with her hair.

"Yeah, okay." Taylor rolls her eyes at the ridiculousness she's hearing. "Your food's going to get cold if you don't start eating, and I did not cry over this recipe for two hours for you to spoil it."

Karlie digs in with dramatic gusto after that, and they start talking about anything and everything. That's one of the things that Taylor loves about being with Karlie, every single moment seems to be filled with lighthearted laughter and coy little smiles shared between the two. There's almost never a lull in conversation.

After dinner, Taylor excuses herself to get the dessert she prepared for them earlier that afternoon. Karlie's the baker in the relationship but Taylor's not too bad herself, and the flourless chocolate cake wasn't much of a task. Karlie perks up when Taylor places her slice in front of her before retaking her seat.

"Why am I being spoiled?" Karlie asks in wide eyed wonderment. After trying her first bite, Karlie eyes Taylor with suspicious green eyes. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"You're lying. Did something come up? Do you have work to do somewhere or something?"