Ma Chèrie » Emerson Barrett « || COMPLETE ||

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After Kace fell asleep, we went to the apartment. After we put down a form for us to possibly get the apartment we waited for weeks, we got an email back saying we got the apartment and can start moving in.

Your POV

Emerson and I brought in the last box, I set in on the floor and looked over the place.

After we set up Kace's crib we could bring him over. "We just need to move the boxes somewhere."

"You could start unpacking while I go get him." Emerson said.

"Okay. Thanks." I said. Emerson walked over and kissed me.

"I'll be right back, ma chèrie." He closed the door behind him. I sat there for a minute,  he's never called me by a nickname before. Not babe, not love, but he called me ma chèrie. I began to unpack and push boxes over, creating a walkway.

Emerson came back with Kace in his arms. We ate dinner and set up his crib and put him down in his own room. We put down the mattress in our room and I made our bed. We cuddled on the bed and watched Netflix on my phone.

"I love you."

"I love you too" I looked at him. He grabbed my chin and kissed me. "Damn moving in is tiring." I smiled as I pulled away.

"Agreed." He said lying down.

"You weren't even unpacking all the stuff" I laughed, he smiled.

"True but I did help bring it in."

"Fair enough. Are you getting the last of the stuff from your place tomorrow?"

"All my art things? Yeah I am."

"Okay. Just making sure." I said as we sat there watching Netflix for awhile more.

"Hey.. It's your birthday next weekend right?"

"Yeah.. it is. Why?"

"Just making sure."

"Wow" I laughed, "way to be a great boyfriend and best friend."

"Maybe that weekend Kace could stay at your moms and we could have the apartment to ourselves."

A/N

I feel like I needed to clear up that Kace isn't mute, he just doesn't talk a lot. Like three year olds can talk Kace is just quiet.