2 Months Later
Michael pulled in up front of the house and climbed out of his car. He saw Roxanne's car in the driveway, so he knew Meg must have talked her into coming over to help with painting the house. Walking around to the back of the car, he opened the truck and picked up two cans of paint.
Slowly he made his way up the driveway and walked around the back of the house. He pushed open the door that led into the kitchen and walked inside. He could hear Meg and Roxanne talking in the living room as he stepped inside. He crossed the room and set the cans down. As he was about to open the door that led from the kitchen to the living room, he heard Roxanne say
"Has he asked you yet?"
"Asked me what?" Meg said
Michael pulled his hand back. Leaning against the counter, he listened to their conversation.
"To move in." Roxanne said
"No." Meg responded
"No, as in he has asked and you said no or no as in he hasn't asked you."
"No as in he hasn't asked me and I don't think he will." She said, "At least not until after the wedding."
Michael shook his head. She didn't know how much he wanted to ask her to move in but he wasn't sure how to approach the subject without making her uncomfortable.
"Well what would you say if he did ask you?"
"I don't know."
"Meg…"
"I would say yes." She finally said, "I think about it all the time. I hate it at night when he drops me off at home. I want to be with him Rox. "There's just one problem."
"What?"
"He hasn't asked me."
"Maybe you should say something to him."
"Rox!."
"If you want to live with Michael, you need to tell him."
"I…I can't."
Michael waited for a few minutes, then made some noise in the kitchen.
"Meg?" he called
"Living room."
He picked up the cans of paint and pushed open the door with his foot. Walking into the room, he set the cans down.
"Hi Meg, hey Roxanne."
"Hi Michael." Roxanne said, "Meg I should be going. I'll call you later."
Roxanne set her brush down and slipped by Michael. Neither of them spoke until they heard the door shut. Michael walked over to where she was standing, slipping his arms around her waist.
"You two were busy today."
"We finished the living room." She said, "All we have are the bedrooms."
"Have I told you how amazing you are?"
"Not today." She said, a smile on her face
"You are the most amazing fiancée." He whispered, leaning forward but Meg stopped him.
"Maybe I should get cleaned up first."
"All right. Get your things together and we'll go back to my place. I'll clean up in here."
"Okay."
Meg headed for the kitchen while Michael put lids on the paint cans and gathered up the brushes. He stuck them in a bucket filled with turpentine and stood up, brushing off his jeans. Turning, he headed for the kitchen to find Meg standing by the counter with a bag.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Meg walked out of the house and headed for the car while Michael locked up. He walked over to where she was standing and unlocked the door. She opened it and climbed inside while Michael walked around to the other side and opened his door. He climbed in the car and started the engine.
He pulled away from the house and drove down the street. Meg reached over and turned on the radio. Looking at him, she asked
"How was work today?"
"Busy but the show is starting to come together." He said, "How was class?"
"I only had English today. We started reading The Glass Menagerie."
"Tennessee Williams. Good play, I read it my freshman year too."
"Its kind of confusing."
"It will be at first." He said, "But once you get into it, its great. I'm sure you'll love it."
A few minutes later he pulled into the parking lot for his apartment. He parked the car and they climbed out. Slowly they made their way into the building. Michael unlocked the door and let her inside.
"I'm gonna…" she said, pointing towards the bathroom.
Michael nodded and she disappeared through a door. He walked over to the couch and sat down.
Think Michael…How are you going to do this…
"Its useless." He said, "I can't just come out and tell her that I want her with me all the time, that I want her to move in with me."
"Why not?"
He stood up and turned around, seeing Meg standing in the bathroom doorway, wearing jeans and a shirt, her damp hair pulled back into a braid."
"Meg…how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." She whispered, "Do you…want me to move in…with you."
Slowly he crossed the room, stopping in front of her.
"Meg I hate saying good bye to you at the end of the night. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up with you beside me in the morning." He said, "I love you so much Meg. So will you…"
Meg nodded, then leaned forward, her arms slipping around his neck. Just as their lips were about to meet, she pulled back.
"What do I tell my parents?"