The multitude of cardboard boxes being loaded into your white truck solidified your decision. You are finally going to move in with your baseball-playing boyfriend.
Christian had asked you out two years ago but you have known each other for years before that. When together, you two were nearly inseparable. There was one tiny problem, however. Christian lived in Milwaukee and you lived in Chicago.
Sure, the drive was only about two and a half hours, but it was tough maintaining a long distance relationship. Christian would occasionally drive down to visit you, but it was difficult with his busy schedule. This meant you were the one to drive up to see him almost every weekend.
When you couldn't be together, you would facetime every night. You were absolutely precious to Christian, and neither of you could stand the distance. This is what led to Christian asking you to move in with him.
He had taken you to your favorite Italian restaurant during your last trip to Wisconsin when he asked the question. You wish you could have said yes immediately due to the love you feel for the baseball player, but it seemed like the world was conspiring against you.
Your grandmother was sick and in the hospital at the time meaning that you had to help out around the house. Of course, your grandma's health was unfortunate, but that was not the biggest factor that was keeping you from moving.
Your father was now the owner of a sports store that is family run and it would absolutely crush him if he knew that you wouldn't carry on the family legacy. The store was passed down through generations, beginning with your great-great-great grandfather.
Your dad raised you telling you that the shop would one day be yours, and it was your ambition to make him happy. You were an educated and excellent salesperson, making you the perfect candidate for the job.
You had met Christian when he agreed to be a spokesperson for the company. You were taking inventory in the store when he walked up to you and introduced himself. Immediately having many common interests to talk about, you had become best friends.
"Is this all, (Y/N)?" Your younger brother, Andrew, asked you while sliding up the last box into the back of your truck, snapping you out of your daydream about Christian.
"Yeah. That should be all." You respond, fidgeting with the set of keys in your hoodie pocket.
"All right, drive safely, sis. Oh, and make sure to ask Christian if he can get me tickets to a game sometime." He suggested nicely, obviously trying to take advantage of your relationship with the MLB player.
"I'll see what I can do." You reply, pulling him into a bear hug against his will, "I love you, Andy."
Melting into your hug, you little brother would never let you know how much he would truly miss you. Even though you two were close, it was rare that you would ever exchange those three words.
"Love you too, sis. Visit often."
"Of course." You reply and get into your vehicle, leaving your brother standing alone on the sidewalk. You inhale deeply, knowing that you are leaving behind what you were born to do.
When you had finally decided to tell your family about moving to Milwaukee, your dad was absolutely heartbroken. He could barely look you in the eye.
You tried to reassure him that there would be tons of people who would love to work at the store, but that only seemed to make things worse. He even began to resent Christian for taking his little girl away from him.
Andrew had agreed to take your spot as the manager of the shop, allowing you to be free of the commitment to the company. You owed your little brother big time for doing this for you. But it didn't matter that the store was still in the family, the only thing that mattered to your dad was that you were the one in charge.
Staring the car, you grip the leather steering wheel tightly, wondering if you made the right decision. You pull out of the parking lot of your old apartment complex and onto the highway that leads to your boyfriend.
"Siri, call Christian." You command at the artificial intelligence in your phone. The loud ringing echoed in your car from your speakers when your boyfriend picked up.
"Hey, (Y/N). What's up?" Christian asks, obviously taking time out of his busy day to talk to you.
"I'm on my way." You communicate to him in a very bubbly voice after taking a deep breath.
"(Y-Y/N)," He began, stumbling over his words.
"Yeah?" You began to worry. The last time cam got this nervous was when he asked you to move in with him.
"Well, I really wanted to wait until I could tell you this in person, but I can't wait any longer. (Y/N), I love you."
Holy shit. Even though you had been dating for years now, neither of you had spoken those words to each other. Regardless, you deeply reciprocate the feeling.
A little misty-eyed, you replied to your boyfriend you would see in less than two hours. "I love you, too, Christian Yelich. And I can't wait to start a life with you."
