rockstar | c. baker

forty seven - moving day

amanda
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it's moving day!

a nerve racking, butterfly filled stomach kind of day.

i've already had most of my clothes and other stuff besides furniture taken to colson's place earlier this week.

all that's left is my bed, mattress and side tables. and well me of course.

it's going to be weird at first, but thankfully i convinced colson to use my bed and get rid of his.

in my defense his bed wasn't comfortable at all.

he loves my bed anyway, it's just a little girly for him.

but, i really hope moving in with him was a good idea.

i don't want it to cause more problems in our already fragile relationship.

we just made up and now it's time for us to stay in a good place.

"okay, they moved your bed into our room, and then they gotta move in the tables and were all good."
colson spoke jogging down the stairs.

"perfect! i'm so happy."
replying i smile up at him.

being that he is 6'4 and i'm 5'4 he towers over me.

"me too baby. this is our home now."
engulfing me into a tight hug, he plants a kiss on my head.

"oooo! watch this."
quickly running out the front door, he closes it then walks back in with a smile on his face.

i give him a confused look, not knowing what he's doing.

"honey, i'm home."
he laughs loudly.

"you're such a dork."
i smile laugh with him.

"stassie and sammy's are gonna be over soon to help me unpack."
i tell him as we walk upstairs.

"okay cool, you have a lot of shit baby."

"why do you think i asked them to help?"
i shake my head with a small chuckle.

walking into our closet i begin unpacking my clothes, while colson starts making our bed.

"casie is in cleveland until next month but, she'll be super pumped to know you're living here."
he turns around to look at me.

"i can't wait to tell her."
smiling i hang some clothes on the rack.

"if you don't have enough room in that closet, you can always use a guest closet. since i have all my clothes in a room that i turned into a closet."

wow, i totally forgot.

colson converted one of his guest rooms in a walk in closet since he has so much clothes.

i should have enough space in our bedroom closet though.

woah.. our bedroom.

that sounds so weird.

"this should be good. it's bigger than my last closet, and everything fit in there."
i shrug.

"well, i have to say, i don't hate how the bed looks in here."

peeking out of the closet door, i examine the bed that he just made.

the white comforter and bed frame make the room look cleaner.

"i like it. especially with the white contrast the whole room looks clean."