73 Memories

The Forty-Fifth Memory

A month after we had officially bought the house, we were shoving the last cardboard box into the moving truck, and you were climbing inside your car, getting ahead of the movers so they knew where to go.

I got in my car, which I'd purchased upon finding out I got a job, and we drove to our new house and away from apartment 13B.

Roughly four minutes after I'd started the engine, we were already at the house.

Our house.

Our home.

The men and women who had been in the truck climbed out and started helping us move things into the house, and only when everything was inside and the moving truck had driven away did we realize that we were going to need a lot more furniture.

Some of it could wait, like extra dressers and beds for the spare rooms, but we'd need to buy other things, like bar stools, a couch because the apartment we had been in before came with the one we used, and a dining table with chairs. So we sat down on the floor and went to look for these things online, first the couch and then the rest of the things.

The things we bought, most of them anyway, said that they would be taking as little as a week to get to our house, and as much as a month and a half.

It was late when we had finished setting up everything that we had, and even later by the time the excitement from the move had worn off enough to let us go to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up disoriented and alone, and it took me a few squints and eye rubs to remember that we had moved. We weren't in a shabby two bedroom apartment anymore, we were in a house. An actual house. I sat up and stretched, knowing that I was on my own now that I had my thoughts together, because it was Monday. You would be at work by now, and I'd have another hour before I would have to head in.

Clambering down the steps and into the kitchen, I found, to my surprise, you. You were whistling at the stove, dancing a little while you messed around with whatever you were making.

When I spoke, my voice was groggy. "Babe?"

You turned around to look at me, smiling. "What's cookin' good lookin'?"

I snorted and came to stand on the opposite side of the island than the one you were on. "That's what I should be asking you."

"Right. Pancakes and bacon."

I smiled satisfied. "Sounds scrumptious."

"Only you would use that word."

I laughed. "You love me for it. What are you doing home?"

"Oh? Did I not tell you?" You slapped your hand against your forehead. "Must have slipped my mind. We're staying home today." The tone you were using implied that it did not, in fact, 'slip your mind.'

But I played along anyway. "Right, right! I remember now. You told me while we were driving here yesterday."

You turned away from the stove to face me with a confused expression on your face. "I drove here alone?"

"That's my point, doofus. Besides, it's too late for me to call in sick."

You rolled your eyes at my insult but otherwise ignored it. "That's why I did it for you when I woke up. It wasn't too late then."

"Oh God, I love you."

You smirked and turned back to the stove. "I know." 

Hey! Just wanted to let you all (When I talk in real life I always say ya'll but it looks stupid when you type it) know that I will be posting the next chapter (probably) tomorrow, and that if I were I would be looking out for the update notification because it's kind of an exciting chapter! 

Toodles!