Chapter 5
Delilah
Boxes fill the empty spaces in my home, making it feel exceptionally cramped.
David has been here for a week now and they’re slowly disappearing as he unpacks, but now that he’s in full swing at the school, it feels like all progress has stopped.
I’m crazy about the man, but it’s been harder than I expected to share my space.
My carefully cultivated décor now has anime figures amongst my whimsical choices. I don’t mind it so much, they’re actually very cute and I love it so much, but I never thought we would have our first fight living together over whose dishes to keep.
David had to leave for work before we could resolve that.
Instead of doing what I want, which is bake, I end up in my library. It was an amazing workday and I don’t want to feel frustrated by my home. This room is the only room that remains untouched.
I finally got my promotion and a set of keys. It comes with a decent raise and I can implement some ideas my good friend Evie has done at the Mistik Ridge library.
Sighing, I can’t even get into my book. Fighting with David is the last thing I want and maybe I was feeling a bit touchy this morning when he suggested we donate my pots and pans in favor of his.
My family didn’t help me when I first got started, and those pots and pans were the first new kitchen items I saved up to buy, everything else purchased second-hand.
The front door opens, the sounds of him coming in the door and hanging up his bag and putting his shoes away. The man is tidy and he always helps cook dinner and clean. Maybe I’m being too hard on him. It has only been a week.
He pauses in the doorway of my library. “Hey.” His voice is soft.
“Hi. How was your day?” Smoothing my blanket, I gesture for him to join me.
David sits on the edge of the seat. “I think I’m making headway with the faculty. The previous principal was very loved, but worked differently than I do. It was overall good. Yours?”
I know we need to talk about this morning, but something softens that we can check in with each other first. This will work. “I got my promotion.”
His smile is wide as he pulls me into his arms. “That’s great, sweetheart.”
Leaning my head on his shoulder, I’m quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry I was so stubborn this morning.”
His chest vibrates as he chuckles. “I was too. I thought of a compromise.”
“You did?”
He nods. “Yeah. I thought we could keep your dishes since they match the kitchen so well, and donate mine. And we can keep my pots and pans since they’re newer and donate yours.”
The idea is good and it’s ridiculous that we even fought over them this morning.
“That sounds good. And we can do the same for other duplicates. I want this home to be yours, too. I was feeling a little overwhelmed with all the change, and tripping over boxes put me in a bad mood. It wasn’t fair for me to be so bitchy. ”
He tightens his hold, kissing me softly. “It’s okay. And I promise to have the rest of my boxes dealt with on the weekend. Even if they have to go in storage.”
Leaning back, my brows pinched, I shake my head. “That won’t be necessary. Take the office. I hardly use it and you need a space that’s yours too.”
“I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” Glaring at him, my lips twitching, I wait for him to agree. Once he does, I smile. “Good. See, this will work.”
He adjusts us in the chair so we’re cuddled in. “We had our first fight and I think we handled it very well.”
Giggling, I lean back and eye him. “That means we need to have make up sex.”
“Now?” He smirks.
“Definitely now.”