You'll Be In My Heart

Chapter 39

"Yes I understand what the cost is, I want to know how long it'll take to get here."

"Shipping costs vary on how your delivery is placed."

"I don't fuc- what are my options with shipping?"

"Over night or day."

"I will take over night."

"Two trucks with the over night cost will be $350. This is just for these two options now if you include our movers taking things into your home and placing them then that will be an extra couple hundred."

"Fine, how much?"

"$575. Do you have a date for when you would like the move to take place?"

"November 30th."

"Okay, we'll send you an e-mail asking for all your information and no worries as our company is very private and will never share your information. At the bottom of the e-mail will be a link that will take you to our home page of you would like to fill out a survey about how your experience with our company was. Thank you and have a nice day.".

I roll my eyes as I hang, "fill out your survey- how about you fill on my dick.".

"That wasn't funny."

"Shut up Miah.".

As my voice leaves the kitchen and into the living room I hear Miah laugh a bit to herself. It's 9:37am and Thanksgiving morning. Miah got up, she got me up, made us cinnamon rolls, and since then has been watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade religiously.

I figured out all the moving shit and the costs and everything so now all that's left is the due date.

December 8th. God it's getting so close. I feel sick.

I shake the feeling out as I grab a couple cinnamon rolls and walk out into the living room where Miah is on her phone and looking at the parade every few moments.

"I set the date for the 30th, will that be good?"

"Yeah. I just have to give up the rent and talk to my boss. How much is it?"

"$575."

"Do you want me to write you check?"

"No, I'll get it."

"Marshall really I don't mind doing it."

"No Miah, I'm moving you states away so I'll pay for it."

"Yeah, but it's my stuff."

"Don't fucking start with me girl, I'm the man so I'll do it."

"Man huh? That's a laugh.".

She's lucky these are some good ass cinnamon buns or I would throw them at her snarky little ass. Damn I can't wait for her to give birth, to finally be able to fuck normal and carry our babies instead of her... carrying them? In her. You know.

I look at the tv a from her as the parade comes back on. A marching band is playing and the narrators are discussing the college and where they are from and shit. Things I don't care about.

Miah pulls a blanket from the back of the couch onto her and pushes her hair from her face, "Pentatonix is performing this year on one of the floats I heard.".

"Who are they?"

"They're the group that doesn't use instruments, all of the music and covers they do are with voice."

"Oh."

"Yeah, they have a Christmas album. It's pretty good."

"Why haven't I been invited to perform at these?"