Achilles was carrying the groceries into Briseis's apartment. He left Patrick downstairs with the car. Achilles looked around the apartment, it was still a disaster. Rather than exploding it imploded in on itself if that were possible. He carried them into her kitchen and left it on the counter. Briseis opened her cupboards and reached up to get something but couldn't reach it. Achilles walked over and reached up and took the item out.
"How many bags of chips do you have in here? You're like a squirrel" Achilles said
"I'm hungry" she responded
"You're always hungry"
"I'm pregnant"
"I know, I know" he pulled her closer and kissed her on her forehead
"You're crushing my chips" Briseis pushed him away and opened the bag and started eating them
Achilles shook his head.
"You don't need to stay, Patrick is waiting for you downstairs"
"He can wait a bit longer"
"He may drive off with your car if you don't go back down"
"He knows better, besides that's what insurance is for"
"You don't have to stay here and watch over me, I'm not helpless you know"
Briseis said as she stepped on a chair to get to cookies on top of the fridge.
"I don't like the fact that you're here alone. And that neighbor of yours"
"Well you did take care of him" she reached to get the box of cookies
"He had it coming."
Briseis lost her balance and fell back and screamed. Achilles moved quickly and caught her.
"I want you to move in with me"
"What? To that warehouse you call an apartment? With Patrick?"
"Yes, it needs a woman's touch"
"No thanks, I'm happy here"
"Here where your apartment has exploded on itself repeatedly. You're just as bad as Patrick!"
"I am not!"
"You need a maid service more than I do"
"I'm glad that you admit that you're messy"
"But I still think you should move in with me"
"I don't want things to change between us"
"Briseis, things have already changed. You're pregnant. You can't do everything like you once did"
"You sound like my family."
"Well they're right"
"They want me to move back to the house"
"I'd rather have you there than here alone by yourself"
"No. I know you and Paris don't get along still"
"Well then we'll just have to think of an alternative then. We'll go apartment hunting."
Are things getting domestic yet?