Moving

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  I jump onto my bed, singing a tune, while Thomas laughs at me. Throwing a pillow at him, I flop onto my soft covers.
  A moment later I squeal as I'm pulled off the bed by my feet, and find myself in Thomas's arms. He kisses me, and I laugh.
  "Time to move!" I say excitedly and pick up three boxes.
  "Let me help you," He says, moving to help me. I feel my arms get lighter.

After about 2 hours of moving boxes and making smart ass comments to each other, we have all of things ready to be moved to Thomas's house.
  "Jefferson, treat her right. I'll kill you if you hurt her," Alexander warns.
"Alexander," I say, and backs off. Thomas is looking at me intently. I hug my brother, tears forming in my eyes, and he looks at me.
"Don't cry, Y/N! You'll be fine," he says to me gently and I nod.
Thomas puts a protective arm around me, and I wave to Alexander. He smiles and waves back before I step into the carriage.
"I didn't know you had control of him like that," Thomas says in somewhat amazement. I look at him and shrug. "You should be thanking me, I've stopped him multiple times from trying to murder you," I say, and the look on his face sends me into a fit of laughter.
After a while, we reach his house. It's decently sized, two floors, and it's white. I look up at Thomas and see him smirk. "I know, it's so beautiful," he brags sarcastically, and I nod my head. "It is."
  "Not as beautiful as you," He says, and I laugh, while also turning light red.  "Wow, you know what you're doing," I roll my eyes and he laughs. It's radiant, bright.  I think fondly of him for a moment, thinking about how lucky I am.
  "Earth to Y/n," I hear, and I'm back to reality.
  "Yes?" I ask, and turn to walk into the house. I feel an arm around me. I yelp as I am picked up bridal style and carried in.
  "I love you," Thomas tells me, setting me down in the spacious living area. "I love you too," I say and yank him down to kiss.
  "Time to move!" I say, breaking away and running off.
  "No fair!" I hear behind me, and I giggle as I rush to get boxes.
 
 
  

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