Prompt: Rowan is moving in with Aelin, but he finds that there is no room.
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Rowan was moving in today.
He had all his boxes packed but most of them were still in his tiny apartment across the city. The most important things were in the back of his truck.
Aelin lived comfortably in a flat considerably bigger than his apartment. One of the reasons why they decided to move into her flat instead of his.
Aelin was working today but he already had a key from spending most of his time at her place anyway. Rowan pulled into the parking lot that lay outside of the complex. Turning off his truck and grabbing a box he made his way upstairs. Thank god this place had an elevator because she lived on the top most floor. No one was in the elevator when he went up which was a relief.
When he got to his girlfriends door and unlocked it, he wasn't surprised to find it a mess. He'd been over here enough times to know that it wouldn't change anytime soon. Fleetfoot was lying on the couch and lifted his head only to lay back down when he say it was Rowan. Rowan rubbed the dog's ears before continuing through the flat.
Stepping over loose clothing, he made his way to Aelin's bedr- their bedroom. The box that was in his arms was mostly filled with clothing. Knowing Aelin, she probably didn't have any more room left in her dresser and he would get a small part of the closet. This was fine with him. He had long ago accepted that his girlfriend loved fashion and anything expensive but he loved her nonetheless. He barley had any clothes to put in the closet anyways. Rowan realized that he had a small smile playing on his lips when he thought of Aelin. They had been going steady for about three years now and he was more than happy with the change that was happening.
He opened the wood door to find that the bedroom was in an even worse state than the living room. He shook his head. Books were all piled up on the night tables along with them siting on the floor and taking space up on the bed. Looks like he had to do some cleaning. Rowan decided then and there that he would by a bookshelf for Aelin. It would make them both happy for sure.
Rowan set is cardboard box down on the queen-sized bed and looked around. He had to do some cleaning. When he started it was a little after noon and throwing clothes into a hamper didn't take long. He made sure that Aelin wouldn't get upset and moved all her books to a safer place than the floor. The bedroom was done and he moved over the living room.
It was a few hours later when he heard the front door open. Rustling stopped and Rowan just continued to rub Fleetfoot's head while sitting back on the couch with his eyes closed. Aelin came up to him and leaned over his shoulder. "Did you clean?" she was mocking him.
"Maybe," He whispered. "Why, does that bother you?"
Aelin dropped her bags and sat in his lap and his arms wrapped around her lithe body. "And by the way, you need a bookshelf." She laughed and snuggled closer to him. Rowan sighed in contentment and the two enjoyed the newfound wonder of living together until Aelin wiggled out of his arms.
"I'm hungry." Rowan just smiled at her.