FIONA
3 months later:
“You really need to get the last of your ugly boxes out of the living room. I am tired of seeing them and I need to sweep that corner.” I told Travis as I pulled my braid out from last night. I shook my head a bit and ran my fingers ragout my waves and turned to see him staring at me but he nodded at me before getting up. I watched him slowly get to a box, he pulled out some jeans and a pair of sweat pants I had never seen him wear and he moved to put them away.
“Baby, hand me the last pair in that box. I thought there wouldn’t be more hangers left.” He told me and I rolled my eyes. It was always me unpacking for him, getting his vest up, his jacket up, his socks put in the drawer. I hated it… but at the same time… he finally was living with me.
It took some time
