Chapter Thirty-Eight
Melonie
I t’s almost noon on Saturday, and Linc’s mom and I are watching the last piece of furniture be wheeled out of my apartment. I’m fighting back tears as usual. I’m realizing that I’m giving up my own personal space, and that I’m going to share a home with a man.
I have lived with two different boyfriends over the years, so I’m no stranger to the situation. I’ve just never had a male roommate. For some reason, my brain sees a stark difference between the two.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, I grab it, seeing Linc’s name on the screen, and answer it. “Hey, Linc.”
“Hi, Mel, how are things going with the movers? We’re done with my stuff; I can come help if needed.”
“No need. They just loaded the last of it. We should be there in about twenty minutes or so.”
“Are you hungry?”
I smile. He’s always concerned about my status on the hunger scale.
“I could eat.”
“Cheeseburger or Thai?”
I whisper to Linc’s mom. “Linc’s going to get food. Are you a fan of Thai?”
She quickly nods her head. “Tell him to get Cashew Chicken.”
I bring the phone back to my ear. “Can we do Thai, please? Your mom asked for Cashew Chicken.”
“Sounds good. I’ll order it now, so it’s here when you two get here.”
“Thanks. See you in a bit.”
“Bye, Mama.”
I disconnect the call and grab my purse from the counter, throwing my phone inside. I take a moment to look around my now empty apartment.
“I think we’re ready, Mae.”
“Alright, dear, let’s get you home.”
Home. I haven’t thought of the new apartment as home yet. I haven’t thought about anything except the fact that this is a six-month deal. Home means long-term, settled, more permanent. I’m not sure that’s what this will be.