Whirlwind

54

[Lamarr]

"Lamarr!" 

My head immediately shot up from my iPad and away from the home page of Fit Pregnancy as Riley's voice traveled from our bedroom to the kitchen. In the background I could hear her shuffling around as she had been for the last hour now, supposedly getting dressed. I say that because Riley was the queen of multitasking. She got a rush off of having her hand in more than one thing at a time, meaning at this second she might've actually been on hold with a business call, styling her hair all while replying back to emails on her Macbook and yelling at me.

"Yes?" I said loud enough to reach the doorway, but it took two whole minutes of a beating silence for me to realize what was happening. Riley wanted me to come to her and hold a conversation, not the exact way she initiated it herself via screaming. A sigh escaped my lips as I slowly walked down the hall and glanced at the time on my watch.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"I can't find my Champion leggings," she panted as the murmurs of movement became louder. I peeked my head inside the room and smirked as I watched her, legs bare with nothing but her underwear and a pullover fleece on, briskly flip through every hanger inside our closet. And damn was I right. Riley had her MacBook carefully hoisted on her forearm the entire time too. "Have you seen them? The black and plum pair you bought from Target? They make my waist look smaller."

"I washed them two days ago, Ry. I even folded them up just like those folks in your beloved Macy's and Bloomingdale's do. I'm talking damn near perfect," I pressed on. "Then I put them away with the rest of your clothes that I also washed."

"Then why can't I seem to find them?" she questioned, turning her head just enough to look over her shoulder at me with her brow raised. "And don't hurt yourself trying to make it seem like I don't wash either, sir.

"Since I moved in three weeks ago you haven't," I shot back, holding that same smirk just a bit smugger than before. What I said was nothing but the truth though.

Ever since I became the new addition to this household I found myself picking up many of the chores in effort to let Riley relax, take the load off of her feet. I didn't ever want to see her exerting too much energy around me, especially since she's been twice as busy at work lately. So with any extra time on my hands I made sure that dishes were washed, every room was clean, food was cooked or bought and most of all that she was content. Approaching things this way made the transition of living together much smoother than we both imagined and handling disagreements a piece of cake. I guess you could say we we're building a happy little home over here on the west coast and the wild thing about it all was that I didn't mind. I could easily see myself doing this, dare I say, forever.

"Anyways, look through my side of the dresser. I may have accidentally mixed them in with my basketball shorts or something." Riley nodded as she glanced down at her MacBook and regarded the bubble that had just popped up in the corner of the screen.

With one hand she clicked it open, read the message and quick enough to respond before she trailed out of the closet to sit the device down. I figured Riley would be fine without me now that I had hinted to where her favorite leggings were, but something told me to stay put. She was likely to call me back into the bedroom and I'd have a fit from walking back and forth. So I remained leaned against the frame of the door, making note of the time once again while she finally finished getting dressed. 

"No pressure or anything, but in ten more minutes there won't be a reason for us to go this appointment and we'll be forced to reschedule."

"Oh," she mumbled, letting what I said go in one ear and out the other as I shook my head and snickered to myself.