Soulmate

Chapter 61: Rest Of Our Life

Alexander

    I watched as my mom and Grace helped each other, and they both began gaining weight in the best possible sense of the phrase. My soulmate was just as gorgeous as ever, smiling as my mom taught her how to bake her famous chocolate chip cookies. She was so beautiful as she rolled the dough and placed it on the cookie sheet, but I tried not to stare at her. I was glancing through house options in this city, even though my eyes kept wandering to options far away in big cities, or secluded in the woods. If Grace wanted to run away, then this house in the forest would be perfect for us. But I knew we couldn't move away from my mom, it would kill her. Plus, she deserves to have her grand kids close, so she's able to spend time with them. We've already discussed it, and Grace wants to stay here, but where?

    When I glanced back at them, she was already looking at me with a small smile on her lips. After the cookies were in the oven, she came over to me, wrapped her around around my neck, and leaned down to press her lips against my cheek. "Find anything you want to look at?" she asked, and I noticed how her voice shook whenever she talked about the house. It was obvious that she was terrified of the change, but I knew it would be good for her.

    "There's a few, and I already sent them to the realtor. She says we can look at a few of them tomorrow, if you want," I offered. I was slightly hesitant because I didn't want to pressure her. She gets overwhelmed so easily, and I'm scared of her running away, or closing herself off. I just can't handle not moving forward in our relationship. We can't keep making out, and taking naps together; it's driving me crazy because I can't wake up everyday next to her. I want that life, I want her with me, and this is that next step.

    "I can't believe you two are talking about getting a house. My baby is all grown up," Mom whined from the kitchen as she washed a few dishes. I'm sure she shooed Grace out, so we could actually spend time together. Lately, Grace has been spending most of her time with my mom. She's been trying to be better, so we don't spend hardly anytime in my room. Long story short: it sucks.

    I rolled my eyes, and clicked on one more house option, this one was a little out of my price range, but it was closer to the beach. Grace would like it, and as I thought that, she let out a small gasp. "Oh, Alexander, that one is gorgeous!" she exclaimed. Then, I felt her lean away from me, I imagined her shaking her head behind my back. "It's so out of the price range we discussed, but...wait, what are you doing? Dont send that to the realtor! We can't afford that one!"

    I smiled up at her shocked expression; she was the realistic one and I was the dreamer. "It's okay, Grace, we'll only look at it. Maybe we can offer what we have, or get a loan, but there are other houses. We might like one of those more. It's just one over budget house; I think we can handle it," I defended, watching her pouting face.

    She groaned a little, and then she started rubbing my shoulders even though I should probably be doing that for her, so I could settle her always frazzled nerves. "I trust you," she murmured, which was one of her new phrases. It's hard to say where she got it from, or why she said it, but maybe it was to make herself feel better. Or maybe she was trying to make me feel better; it's hard to say with her. I never know what she's thinking.

    After awhile, we moved to the living room where I started a movie. She laid down with her head in my lap, and I ran my fingers through her perfect blonde hair. I was barely paying attention to the movie as I rubbed her head, and I leaned down to see that she was struggling to keep her eyes open. If she fell asleep, then I would probably drive her home. I don't want to because I know her parents are out of town, and I don't like her sleeping in that big house by herself. That's part of the reason I want a house. Then, I won't have to worry about driving her home if she falls asleep. I could just carry her to bed, instead of abandoning her in an empty house. If I could, I would let her stay the night here again, but I know it's too much for both of us. We are both so tempted to have sex already, and that's why she's drawing all of these imaginary lines. One of her new rules was no spending the night together, yet another rule I am not a fan of.