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ANTOINE LIFTS A BIG BOX THAT HAS WRITTEN 'KITCHEN STUFF' ON THE TOP.Marie is sitting on the middle of the living room, trying to connect the new PlayStation to the tv and building a new table for the tv they bought at Ikea, and failing miserably at it.

He chuckles as Marie throws the piece of wood and screams out of frustration, "Why couldn't we had gotten a house that was already furnished?"

"Where is the fun of starting a new life together if we don't buy our own furniture? We need to start from the ground up, day by day." Antoine retorts.

Something about Antoine's words made her heart swell, but he will never let it down if he found out, so she played it cool "You are no fun, Mr. Sometimes I sound like I ate a Neruda book."

Antoine pokes his tongue out at her and she rolls her eyes, thinking how incredibly lucky she is to spend her life with Antoine by her side.

On the anniversary of their first 7 months together, Antoine asked Marie to move in with him. For some can seem fast, but they knew each other like the palm of their own hands and they were always at each other's house anyway, it seemed like the logical thing to do. So they bought their first house together in a quiet neighborhood in Madrid.

The house was so cliché, it almost looked like they moved to an American suburb, with a white picket fence, a big porch and a patio greener than the Amazonas, it made Marie want to throw up but she wouldn't have it any other way. It was honestly everything she wanted and she never knew until she got out of the car hand in hand with Antoine. She must admit she was going to say no but then she saw the look of happiness on Antoine's eyes and who was she to deny her best friend his wish, plus she could see herself painting on the damn porch.

"Seriously Marie? Pizza leftovers as our first dinner at our first house?" Antoine asks while entering the living room again with a piece of pizza and a cup of tea for her, raising a brow.

"I told you earlier we should had went grocery shopping and you told me to shut up" Marie accuses her boyfriend while looking at him exasperated.

"And you did as told? Who are you and what did you did with my Marie? The one I know would defy me." Antoine jokes.

"I'm trying to be a good girlfriend by doing your orders and if that means starving you, well who am I to question you?" Marie fires back with a mischievous smile.

"Great, I am starving because settling down made you a house wife" Antoine groans.

Marie rolls her eyes and says, "Keep talking and your pizza is gonna get cold." While she takes a sip from her tea.

Antoine's eyes go wide in realization and continues eating. Marie denies with her head and smiles a little, she is so sure that if it was for Antoine they would have pizza every night.

Once they finished their pizza, the trash was out away and the living room was somewhat clean and presentable, the young couple headed to their room to get ready for bed. Antoine decides to take a quick shower to get rid of the sweat on his body and the sticky feeling he realized he had a little after he decided it was enough unpacking for the day.

Antoine had been feeling anxious more and more but the minute, but he was fighting it. He had to control it, so he tried to continue with his life. It was still hard as this process continued, but the sessions with his therapist were less and less, only checking in every two weeks. His therapist told him it was because he was doing great each time and they were close to the goal, and that meant he was close to finishing his treatment.

His disorder will never go completely away, but he can control it. He is in charge of what he does and what goes through his brain. It's not easy but at least he hasn't had a anxiety attack since he and Marie started dating so for Antoine, every day was a new chance to be who he truly is without the worry of dirt.

"This is love, this home and this where I feel at ease" Antoine thinks as he walks out of the bathroom and sees Marie sitting on the middle of their bed making a sketch of his face.