In this story I use the term D/F/M which means dead family member :/ just so you know, enjoy!!!
One week ago your boyfriend of 1 year asked you to move in, at first, you weren't sure if you were ready, but then you decided its time. So after you and Cameron finally pack all your things, you two head over to him and Nashs apartment, you were getting more and more excited as you got closer up stairs into your new home. As you were making your final trip with one more box in your hands, you trip over Camerons leg not seeing he was there, and the box fell out of your hands, and you heard a few things break. "Y/N are you okay!?!" Cameron comes running over to you and helping you up "Cameron! Something broke, please don't be.." you say running over to the box and tears start forming in your eyes, you see your D/F/M ashes spread all over the floor and in the box and the vase broken. "Y/N, I'm so sorry, here, let me take you to our room and I'll get this cleaned up" Cameron says sitting on the ground next to you as you begin to cry your eyes out in his chest as he carries you, bridal style up the stairs, into your guys' newly shared room. "Thank you so much Cameron, but, can you lay here for a minute?" You ask "of course baby" Cameron says grabbing your waist and pulling you into his warm and beautiful chest. "I love you" Cameron says "I love you so much more." Then you think, why haven't you moved in with him already?
