Worth It (Damie)

Part 9

A/N: Thank you for your patience! As most of you know, I had emergency surgery two weeks ago and haven't been able to sit at my computer long enough to get any writing done. But I'm back, and I thank you for all the love :) Enjoy this next installment of our favorite couple! Xo

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Our last few days in Finland were heavenly. We'd called the girls and laughed with them over the little things that made their days seem huge. We went on another hike one day, and played cards by the fire another. Then spent the rest of our time making love under the Northern Lights, because it might be a while until we can do so again.

It has since been a process getting Dakota moved into my place. Jesse, Alexander, and Mel have been a huge help as she's slowly added her belongings to the house. Mel even joked about having a cookout by our pool once we're settled. Dakota of course thought it was a lovely idea as a mini house-warming party, and I was happy to do anything to please my future family.

Luckily I already have most of our basic household items, so there weren't a lot of heavy loads. We'd debated about bedroom suits, and other furniture of hers to keep, but at least she's been willing to meet me halfway. I know this is huge for her, because this isn't our house that we bought together. We'll just have to figure out the rest as we go.

Dakota opens another box in the bedroom and hands me a stack of hangers. "I'm going to take up every closet."

I smile. "You literally brought everything, baby."

She starts pulling things out to organize them in the piles she's established. I've messed up our assembly line twice now. It's hard to keep straight what she wants in the master closet, the spare closets, in drawers, and in storage containers. The woman could clothe an army. This is what she's brought most of, and I chuckle as I keep to my job.

"I didn't want to leave anything behind. I can go through it later." She shrugs and dismisses my tease.

"Have you listed your house?" I ask. She'd left a huge chunk of items there, which I assumed meant she didn't want them.

She moves a shirt away from her face and displays a wrinkled forehead. "I'm not listing my house."

This is news to me. "Why?"

"For many reasons." She resumes her task.

I hand her the dress I've placed on a hanger. "Which would include?"

She sighs. "Do we have to do this now?"

"When would be a better time?"

She continues folding her shirts, so I hang a pair of jeans before passing them to her. She takes them with a tug, and I can tell she's on edge.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Jamie." She stands to face me in the doorway of the closet. "I'm tired from all this moving."

"I realize I've asked a lot from you," I say, holding her waist. "But it means the world to me."

"Then if you understand that you have to know I can't simply sell my house."

"Talk to me. Explain. I'm a stupid man who can't read women well."

She smirks. "Shut up, you're perfect."

I squeeze her ass to encourage the switch in moods. "Speak, Lassie."

She huffs, pulling my hands away to free herself before stepping around me. "Everybody knows where I live. You think if I put the house up for sale, knowing you're officially living in LA, our cover won't be blown?"