She scoffed. “Hey. I’m not dead, you know. I can still work.”
I shook my head at her. “Nope. You can’t. Doctor’s orders.”
“Are you my doctor now?”
I pulled out her croissant. “I am until we find you one. Plus, you’re better at telling people what to do, anyway.”
“I’d take offense to that if it weren’t true.”
I walked her food over to her. “So, that means you can tell everyone where everything goes.”
She plucked it from my hand. “Sounds like a productive day to me.”
I threw my head back with laughter before we made our way out onto the balcony. We sat there one last time, watching the sun rise over the city we loved so much. I couldn't wait to share more breakfasts with her on our own back porch. In our own home. With our own food stocked in the fridge.
“I think I see the moving truck,” Rae said.
I followed the pointing of her finger all the way out to the road.
“Yep. I think that’s them,” I said.
“You should get downstairs and wait for them. I can start making a plan as to what goes first and what we wait on.”
I grinned. “Told you.”
“Huh?”
I kissed her cheek softly. “Just tell us what to do, sweetheart, and let me take care of the rest.”
She swatted at me playfully, but she listened. It took us just shy of two hours to get the truck loaded up with all of our boxes and furniture and bags of clothes. One of the moving guys was nice enough to drive our second car over to the new house so I could ride my bike over. I led the moving truck to where our new place was and smiled when I saw the little blue car parked by the curb.
Perfect. Things are slowly panning out.
“Hey, Clint?”
I slipped my helmet off. “Yeah?”
She pointed at the car. “Is that Michael and Allison’s car?”
I grinned. “Maybe.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What are you up to? I thought you said--?”
I shrugged. “I’m up to absolutely nothing.”
“Clint. What did you do?”
I put down the kickstand. “Want to do the honors?”
“Clint. Tell me. Now.”
I handed her the keys to our new home. “You do the honors. I insist.”
She plucked the keys from my palm and rushed to the front door. I set my helmet down as the moving guys tried to get the truck backed into our driveway as best as they could. I rushed after Rae, getting behind her just as she threw open the door. And as I led her toward the kitchen, she gasped.
“Oh. My. God,” she whispered.
I placed my lips against her ear. “Welcome home, beautiful.”