She places the box of kitchen utensils on the counter of her new place. She looks around, and scratches her head at the irony. This picture seems to surreal to possibly be her life. It seems like a fairytale she could never admit she wanted. She leans against the kitchen counter pressing her elbows into the surface. She allows her head to rest on her hands. She peers into the living room, and smiles to herself.

Among a pile of boxes, a pair of mismatched couches, and a flat screen TV sitting on the floor are two of her favorite people. Resting on the couch lies her new husband, on his back, with his arm over his face. On the floor, next to him, between the couch, and the coffee table is her handsome son, who wears a t-shirt, and a pair of athletic shorts. She pulls out her phone to commemorate the occasion. She leaves her spot at the counter, and enters the living room. She presses record, and begins to narrate.

"So this is our first day in our new house. Clearly there are quite a few unpacked boxes. There are several more in the garage that need to be brought into the house. Once that is accomplished we have quite a few repairs to do before our suburban utopia will be finished. With that being said my two strong, and capable men are napping." She points the camera at Fin first, "One on the couch," then to Ethan, "One on the floor. Leaving me to do all the work. Let's hope this isn't a sign of what my future holds."

She stops recording, and places her phone on the coffee table. She steps over her son, and heads towards the sliding glass door. She peers out the door, into the backyard. She stares at a patch of yard encircled with a rickety old fence.

She sighs, and exits the living room, heading for the staircase. She finds her way to the master bedroom. Much to her amazement her mattress and box springs has made the journey up the stairs along with a bed frame, and bed clothes. At the very least her two favorite men are practical. She stares at the freshly made bed for a moment, and then peels back the covers, and climbs in. She rolls onto her side, and sleep captures her rather quickly. She awakens hours later to someone nudging her into reality. She opens her eyes, and finds her husband staring down at her.

"Are you ready for dinner?" He questions her.

"Dinner, we just ate lunch a little while ago."

"Four hours ago," he reveals.

"Four hours ago? You're telling me that I've been asleep for two and a half hours?"

"Yep," he nods.

"Why did you let me sleep so long?"

"Let you? We tried to wake you up. We've been making noise for two hours. Didn't you hear the lamp crashing to the ground earlier?"

"No," she shakes her head, "What lamp?"

"My lamp."

Olivia smiles widely, "That's my boy."

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"I may have offered him twenty bucks to make that ugly lamp a casualty."

"What was wrong with my lamp?"

"It is uglier than sin."

"You could have just said so."

"You wouldn't part with anything," she argues.

"I will make you a deal," he offers.

"What's that?" She cocks her eyebrow.

"You get rid of your couch, and I'll get rid of anything you want."

"What's wrong with my couch?"

"I think that it's as old as Ethan is, maybe older, and it is isn't comfortable to sit on."

"I'll get rid of the couch if you throw out the voodoo doll."

"I told you fifteen times it's not a voodoo doll."

"It is creepy."

"It was a gift."

"Maybe it was a re-gift."

"I was going to hang it on the living room wall, but I suppose I can put it outside with the couch."

"I hope you ordered food, because all of our kitchenware is in the garage except for some spoons, and an unused egg beater."

"Dinner is ready."

"You cooked?"

"I dialed the phone."

She follows him out of the room, and down the stairs into the living room. She finds her son lounging on the couch in front of the TV. The only boxes in the room are the pizza boxes on the center of the coffee table. Next to the boxes are some paper plates, and napkins, and disposable cups.

"I'm impressed," Olivia admits.

"You haven't seen your son's room yet."

"Excuse me?" Ethan shoots him a sideways glance.

"The room looks worse unpacked than it did when it was just boxes everywhere. He must get his organizational skills from you."

"From me? I am organized."

"So where does he get it from? I have never been that sloppy."

She shrugs, "It's probably my fault because I never made him clean his room when he was little."

Fin rolls his eyes, "You were one of those mothers."

"What are you talking about?" She furrows her brow.

"The kind that thought it was easier to clean his room for him, than to make him do it."

"Yep," she nods in confirmation.

Fin turns to his room, "New house, new rules. Clean your room, or stuff finds its way to the garbage, understood, son?"

"Wait a minute..." Ethan tries to argue.

"I'm serious. The first time I find dirty clothes on the floor, and not in the hamper they're in the trash. You are nearly grown, you can keep your room in order."

Ethan turns to Olivia, "Mom!"

"He's right."

Ethan shakes his head in disbelief, "Now you're married so you're going to take his side?"

"We've been married for a few weeks. That isn't why I'm taking his side."

"Are you going to eat? If you're not I am going to eat more."

Fin glares at Ethan, "You're like a bottomless pit."

"I've cut back."

Olivia opens the pizza box. A pie with a myriad of toppings stares back at her. The pizza is still hot. The scent that wafts from the box is a mix of peppers, melty cheese, mushrooms, and sausage. She nearly heaves into the pizza box. Her hand claps over her mouth, and she runs into the kitchen. She finds an mostly empty box, and empties the contents of her stomach into it. Fin quickly makes his way to her side with a bottle of water in hand.

"What was in that box?" Ethan questions.

"It's barf now," Fin comments.

Olivia takes the water from Fin and swishes her mouth out, spitting into the sink. She swallows hard, and glances at the box. She reads the scrawl on the side of the box.

"Ethan's magazines."

"Were they dirty magazines?" Fin questions, cocking his eyebrow.

Olivia shakes her head, "Car magazines."

Fin carries the box outside to the trashcan, and sets it inside.