Morphine

Chapter Thirty Three

Malcolm opened the door. "Thank you."

"Where to, kid?" The first delivery man huffed under the large chair.

Malcolm looked to Marceline Anne, who was sitting on the steps. "Baby?"

She dragged herself to her feet and waddled over. "That goes in the theater. All 12 of them."

"I'll show you."

"Make sure they're evenly spaced! Please and thank you!" She waved as men came inside.

Malcolm smiled at her before leading the men to the theater.

She went back to sit down before the urge to throw up overcame her. Luckily the water was turned on so she sped to the bathroom and threw up in the sink. She sat there for a while until she was sure it was over.

She could hear something outside the door so she opened it. It was Malcolm calling out, "Baby!". She left the bathroom. "I'm here!"

"Are you okay?" He walked around a corner.

"It was just morning sickness."

He pulled her into his arms. "Are you okay? Do you need anything? I can get you anything you want."

"Honey, calm down." She cupped his face. "We can get stuff after this is over. Are they finished in the theater?"

"Yeah, they're bringing in the last of those recliners." He really liked her touching his face. "I like them a lot. They'll be perfect for watching movies in."

"Thank you. That's what I thought. Let's go help them." She let him go.

They went to the front door, where delivery men were carrying orange, blue and green paisley sofas.

"Those go in the den. I'll show you how they go." Marceline Anne offered. She led the men to the den and pointed. "The sectional goes here, facing the fireplace."

The men set the sectional down and connected it. It was a great piece as multiple spots reclined and had cup-holders. It was also high up so getting up or sitting down would be easy.

"Can you bring in the matching ottomans and chairs?" She wanted to know.

"Yes, ma'am." One of the men nodded to her.

She left with them and they came back swiftly to set up the chairs and ottomans exactly how she wanted.

Then they went back outside to grab sand colored chairs.

"Living room." She led the way. She had them set up the chairs to face the fireplace in that room, too but with room for the sectional.

Luckily that was the next piece on the truck. It was a standard sectional but it sat high so that was all that Marceline Anne cared about.

The ottomans were next along with curved standing black lamps with half circle glass shades.

She had the gold standing lamps go in the den and split up the standing vases (there weren't many) between the two rooms.

"This goes upstairs." She pointed to the black suede suit.

"Where? I don't want you climbing stairs." Malcolm said.

She was exhausted by him so she just gave in. "Our closet. On the rug."

"Does it matter how?"

"Just leave enough space for the lamps and tables."

"Got it." Malcolm led the men upstairs.

There were a few left so she directed them to putting tables up. All the tables were the same, black wood. She felt that'd be cohesive throughout the house.