“Fuck my life,” I mutter.
Thankfully, I was meticulous in my labeling of the boxes so it doesn’t take me long to locate the one with our shampoos and body washes. I carry the box into the bathroom and set it on the counter so I can unload it. I go ahead and put all the contents of the box away—one down, a million to go.
I break down the box and set it in the room.
I need something clean to change into, so I start opening the boxes with all our clothes. I settle on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top with lots of straps. I figure we’re going to be working today, so I’ll probably get hot.
Xander still hasn’t stirred in the bed, so I leave him to sleep while I shower.
I find the box with our towels and washcloths first and unpack them, setting one of each out, before putting the others away.
Once I shower and my hair and body are clean I feel almost human.
I dry off and brush my hair, gathering it up into a damp messy bun.
Xander pads into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. His hair sticks up around his head and he stifles a yawn.
“Morning,” he says, bending to kiss me.
“Ew, your breath stinks,” I groan.
He grabs my waist and pulls me closer. “So does yours,” he intones, and plants a loud kiss on my lips, which I dramatically wipe off with the back of my hand.
“You’re gross.”
He winks. “You love me.”
I shake my head while he goes to pee.
“Where’d you put our suitcases? I didn’t see them in our room.”
“They’re in the laundry room. Don’t worry, I didn’t put anything in the washer.”
He knows me too well.
“I’ll go start them.”
“I’m going to shower,” he tells me while he washes his hands. “Then I’ll go pick us up some breakfast. So let me know what you want.”
My stomach rumbles at the thought of food. “Will you judge me if I say I want McDonald’s?”
He laughs. “You and McDonald’s. I’ll get you whatever you want, you know that.”
“I want a sausage McGriddle and an Oreo McFlurry.”
His brows furrow. “A McFlurry? For breakfast?”
“That’s what I want.” I frown.
He shrugs. “Okay.”
“Thank you.”
I flounce from the bathroom and downstairs to start the laundry.
Once the laundry is running I decide to start unpacking more boxes. I start with the kitchen, figuring that room will take the longest.
I’m thankful Jace and Nova were here for the movers and delivery people—since most of our furniture is brand new. It’s obvious they directed them on where to place the furniture. Otherwise it would’ve just been placed haphazardly. As it is, everything is pretty much in place. There are a few things I’ll probably ask Xander to rearrange but better a few things than everything.