“Where are you going with that?”
She’s standing in the kitchen area of the apartment, which I’m almost certain has never been used. She’s opening and closing things, getting annoyed. I can tell because she does this breathing thing. It’s really quite cute. “What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for some food or something. I was going to cook us something.”
“I usually just order from the restaurant downstairs or get something ordered.”
“But you have this gorgeous kitchen.”
“Yeah, but I don’t spend that much time here and when I do, I usually go out to Bryan and Catherine’s place. Catherine often takes pity on me and invites me round. I didn’t want to not have a place here in case I needed to come down at the last minute.”
She grabs hold of her device that she left on the side this morning. I love how she is already starting to make herself at home and starts pressing buttons.
“So when do you think you’re gonna move?”
“Well. I’ve already let my landlord know I’m moving out, so soon. I just hope I can find somewhere decent but affordable when I move out there.”
Is she serious right now?
“What do you mean? I was expecting you to move in with me.”
She goes still. I look up at her, her mouth wide open.
“What do you mean, you were expecting me to move in with you? Ady, you can’t be serious. We’ve been apart for five years, and together for five minutes.”
“Sara, I’m fully aware of that. When I told you I was serious, I meant it. I don’t want to go back to the beginning again. I want us to pick up right where we should have been when I got the job. You and I living together.”
I’m trying not to sound annoyed or angry, because really I’m not. I never would have expected her to move across the country and not be moving in with me.
“Thank god for that.”
She sounds genuinely relieved as she lets all the air out of her chest.
Now it’s my turn to be shocked and surprised.
“I was hoping you were gonna say that. Ady, I want that too.”
We both smile at each other then it dawns on me, communication, we were always really good at, but these last few days not so much.
“Ok, so it’s decided. After the wedding, we’ll fly to New York together. Grab some of your things and sort out everything else to be moved. You can start the week after the wedding.”
“Ok.”
“I’ve already got people sorting out your new office. I promise you, Sara, this is the start of something fantastic.”
“I know. It just feels right, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. Maybe I just needed these last few years to get my head screwed on straight.”
“Ady.”
“Yeah.”
“I really have missed you, you know.”
I walk over to her, put my arms round her middle and just hold her.
It just seems like the right thing to do. Neither of us says anything. We don’t need to. We’ve said all we need to.