Hey guys! It's been a little while since my last update, huh? Don't worry, I still love Grucy and I still love this fic! I just kinda ran out of steam/inspiration for a little while. Anyway, I'm glad yall liked the last chapter! I didn't expect it to freak so many of you out, lol.
So this is set a few weeks after Gru Lucy's one-year dating anniversary. Lucy gets her house all packed up for moving day - the day she becomes a fixed attachment of the Gru household. I hope yall like it! Review, please!
Today was the day.
Today was when Lucy and Gru finally moved in together.
Lucy could hardly believe it herself, even as she loaded her first box of stuff into the small moving van. Of course, she wasn't moving all by herself. Gru had sent a small army of minions ahead to her apartment to help – he would come with the girls as soon as he picked them up from school that day. The minions wanted to start helping immediately, but Lucy insisted she needed to pack the very first and very last box herself. Something about it was symbolic to her of ending the latest chapter in her life and opening a brand new one - one that she hoped was every bit as exciting and happy as the last, if not more so.
She smiled, staying to take in the moment before hopping out of the van and nodding to the line of minions queued up, each holding a box to pack. "Alright, guys," she said, crossing her arms with a smile, "let's load 'em up!"
Somewhere in the line a minion cheered and blew a party horn, and like clockwork, they began filing in and loading the boxes. The minion named Stuart stood to the side, directing his fellow workers on how and where to put each box. Occasionally, another minion would disagree with Stuart and then suddenly they were slapping at each other and yelling angrily in their gibberish language. Lucy watched for a moment, endlessly amused by their antics, before turning to go back into her apartment and grab another box.
There was an excited buzzing feeling in her head as she stepped through her door, and she couldn't help but grin widely. She was moving in with Gru! The wonderful man she called her boyfriend, and his three perfect little girls. She and Gru had been dating for a year now, so she knew it was the logical next step, but she had never really given it much serious thought before. With Gru, things happened in their own time, even if it took a bit longer than normal - which Lucy had no problem with; she was a fairly patient person, but especially so for him. She knew she could wait as long as was needed. So when he suggested the idea to her shortly after their year-anniversary, she was shocked, but endlessly pleased.
She could still remember what he said those few short weeks ago.
"Hey, Lucy?"
She looked up from the newspaper she was reading, the early morning light streaming through the window and painting the kitchen a sunny gold. The girls were still asleep, and the house was quiet – early Saturday mornings were some of the few golden moments of silence in the Gru household, and he and Lucy made sure to enjoy every second of it. Gru stood at the stove, his checkered apron tied around his waist, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder and a spatula in hand. She took a moment to chuckle silently at the sight: evil villain extraordinaire – domesticated.
"What's up?" she asked.
He held her gaze for a moment - "So I was theenking," - and then looked away to fiddle with the pancakes and bacon sizzling on the griddle. "We've just had our one year anniversary and all. . . "
She nodded with a grin, setting the paper down on the kitchen table. "And?"
"A-And I was wondereeng. . ." He turned down the burners before moving to lean against the bar, facing her, gesturing nervously with the spatula as he spoke. "I mean, the gurls adore you. Dey love you. And so do the minions. And, we've been dateeng for a while, and you're over a lot anyway, so I figured maybe – maybe it would be a good idea if – if –"
"Spit it out already, Gru!" she said, exasperated.
His next words tumbled out in a rush. "I was wondereeng if you want to move in with me."
Lucy blinked. That was not what she expected him to ask. Not at all. It took a long moment for the idea to process before it clicked in her brain and a smile exploded across her face. "Really?"
He eyed her cautiously, holding the spatula in front of him. "Y-Yes - ?"
She wiggled in her seat in the booth for a moment before jumping up and practically mowing him over with an enthusiastic hug. "That is such a good idea!" she exclaimed. "I would love to!"
Tension leaked from Gru's frame, and a second later she felt his arms around her waist. "I am so glad you said yes," he admitted, "because askeeng you was a lot harder dan I thought it would be."
She laughed. "I could tell. But, of course I said yes. It'll be so much nicer to come home every night to you and the girls, instead of my empty old apartment." She pulled back slightly, catching his eyes. "Home just doesn't feel right without the chaos of your family in it."
"It would be so nice haveeng you here, Lucy," Gru murmured. "You're a part of dis family now, and whenever you're not here, it feels like we're meessing sometheeng."
She bounced in place, smiling eagerly. "I can't wait to tell the girls! They'll be so excited!"
Gru laughed at her enthusiasm and nodded. "We can tell dem over breakfast."
Lucy grinned at the memory, hoisting a box from her bedroom and resting it on her hip. Gru was getting a lot better at making commitments and putting forward changes in their relationship. He had always been a man who knows what he wants, there was no questioning that - but he always showed hesitance when it came to the dating aspect. The fact that he asked her first meant worlds for their relationship.
She carried the box back down the short hall, passing the doors to the guest bathroom and coat closet before coming into the wide open living area, one half serving as a living room, and the other half divided into a kitchen and a dining room. The kitchen was tucked into the back corner, sectioned off by a half wall that boxed it in. The evidence of her packing frenzy was evident – bubble wrap and packing peanuts were scattered everywhere (to the joy of the two minions fighting over who got to pop all the bubbles on a stray bubble wrap sheet), and boxes occupied every flat surface available. Her apartment was small and nothing too fancy and she didn't have many possessions, but even so, packing and moving was such a tiring process. She couldn't wait to just get it over with.
Thankfully, help came in the form of Gru and his three young daughters. Gru opened the door, wobbling off balance as two minions pushed past his long legs to get into the house. He grabbed the doorknob with a startled noise, steadying himself and glaring at the oblivious yellow creatures. Lucy looked up at the sound to find her boyfriend's broad frame filling the doorway, his children peeking out from behind him.
"Gru, girls! Glad you made it." Lucy picked her way across the room, box still balanced on her hip. "I really need some help moving all this stuff, and the minions - well . . . - "
"-Cause more trouble dan dey fix," Gru replied. He stepped inside, a wry smile on his lips. "Beleeve me, I know."
Agnes scurried from Gru's side up to Lucy, where she happily bounced in place. "I'm so excited you're moving in, Lucy! It'll be like a giant sleepover, except all the time!"
"I'm excited too, kiddo!" Lucy said, reaching down to tug at her ponytail affectionately. "Now, how about you girls start helping the minions with the packing? Your dad and I will be there soon."
Margo nodded and began herding her sisters to the back of the house. The couple watched them pass before facing each other, a nervous, excited energy buzzing between them.
"So," Gru ventured, "please tell me I'm not the only one freakeeng out about dis."
Lucy's shoulders crumpled and she sighed, laughing gratefully. "Ugh, you have no idea. Freaking out doesn't even cover it."
"Well, I mean, dat's normal." He reached forward, gently taking the box from her hands and setting it atop a stack of boxes to his left. "Right? It is normal, isn't it?"
She nodded. "Definitely. I've only moved in with one other guy, ages ago, and I remember it feeling a lot like this." She paused. "Wait – haven't you ever moved in with a girlfriend, Gru?"
Of course, he'd told her about his past with dating, just as she'd told Gru her's. Lucy had more experience, that much was clear. But, if what Gru said was true, he'd dated some far more interesting people than Lucy had ever dabbled with; chief among them were two different Russian supervillains, an American business tycoon baddie, and a mad scientist from France. Suffice it to say, Gru had no qualms with relationships while in his villainous persona mainly because he could hide behind it (most of it was posturing, overblown confidence and mask upon mask of illusion) – but take that away, and he was the shy, self-conscious, sweet man that Lucy knew and loved.
"Oh no," he chuckled, though its tone didn't hold much happiness. "You know I am not really one for dateeng in the furst place . . . Whenever I did, I mainly stuck to the supervillain realm. And when you put two villains under the same roof, it ends badly. Trust me."
"So, are you nervous about how this will turn out, putting a former villain and a good-guy agent under one roof?" she asked.
"Don't look at me," he said, "you're the one weeth the experience. What about whatever happened weeth dat last guy you moved in weeth?"
She glanced up at him, danger and a hint of daring in her gaze. "I don't think that'll happen in this case, Gru. Unless, of course, you'll warn me ahead of time that I'll come home to find you in bed with another woman?"
His eyebrows shot up, and it was almost amusing to watch him scramble frantically for words.
"N-No! Of course not – I deedn't mean – I would never -!"
"Okay, okay, cool it Super-Dad," she relented, waving a hand. That little tidbit was something she hadn't included when she told him about her last serious boyfriend. She never really expected it to come up, but he asked, so she might as well have been honest. At least she knew now that the very thought of cheating would send Gru into mental-overload – a small comfort at the least. "I'm not being serious. I know you would never do that."
He calmed slightly, but still carried nervous tension in his broad shoulders. "A-Are you really worried about moveeng in? Because if you'd rather wait – "
"No way!" she exclaimed. "Gru, I am totally up for this thing. My nerves might be trying to give me cold feet, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let them." She stepped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, fingers pressing into the solid, tensed muscle, trying to encourage him to relax. "I don't know exactly how this is gonna end up, but I'm willing to try because I know it'll be worth it."
Gru nodded, his shoulders slowly falling under her hands. "Me too," he said. "I've just never done anytheeng like dis before. I don't want to mess it up."
She soothed her hands over the lapels of his jacket. "You won't. It'll be an adjustment, though, having to make room for one more person in your home."
"Not at all," he said. "You belong dere, weeth me and the gurls. Like I told you before, it's like you're the meessing piece to our home."
Lucy grinned. "Well then," she said, sliding a hand in his. "let's get started packing, shall we? I'm dying to get home."
His fingers squeezed hers, and he surprised her with a soft peck. "Let's."
So, there it is! I wrote this because I saw a cute little prompt about when your pairing/OTP decides to move in together. I figured it applied pretty well to Gru and Lucy, and decided to write a short little something. This is fairly shorter than previous chapters, too, for some reason.
I figured Gru and Lucy would both be super excited for the move-in, but at the same time get nervous, freaking out, oh-my-god-I'm-actually-doing-this cold feet. Gru moreso than Lucy, because not only is Lucy more experienced in this type of thing, but because Gru has a difficult time making a huge commitment like this to anything. Once he does make the commitment, he follows through and is very true to his word (for example, the girls) but getting him to actually make it is like dragging him kicking and screaming. It's not that he doesn't love Lucy, because he obviously does. It has more to do with nerves and being vulnerable - opening another major part of his life to another person and trusting them not to hurt him or his girls in the process.
Anyway, I hope yall enjoyed it! Review, please!