Author note:
Hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year's. Let me know if you enjoy this small bit of Fluff.
CH 33-149 Days and Counting
It was the Friday after New Year's and the last weekend before Emma needed to go home. Clay was scheduled to move into their new place in a week. He and Emma decided to start packing some things. Clay ran out to get some boxes and tape while Emma began to pull things out of drawers and organize them.
She started in the bedroom. She put all his books into two piles. Next, she opened the nightstand drawers and tried to make some sense of everything Clay had stuffed inside. She separated the contents into things Clay would want to save, stuff she thought could be thrown away, and items she wasn't sure of and needed Clay to decide.
Clay returned home and found Emma in the bedroom emptying out 'her' drawers in the dresser.
"I got the boxes. Looks like you've been busy."
"Yep. There's some stuff I wasn't sure what to do with."
"Okay. I'll go through it. Anything else?"
"Can you get a trash bag for the other stuff?"
He went to the kitchen and brought back a garbage bag and started throwing things away. Emma taped up some boxes and placed his books into the first and labeled it. They worked side by side until they had packed up what could be spared form the bedroom and closet.
Emma was wrapping the photos she had given him for Christmas. As she grabbed the one of her in Clay's Bravo shirt, he took it from her hands.
"Not that one babe. It's going to my cage."
"What? You can't sit this out."
"I'm gonna hide it in my footlocker."
"Just make sure no one sees it."
"No one's gonna see it. No man ever gets to see you that way, except me." He grabbed her and tugged her body to his.
"Feeling possessive," she teased.
"Damn right!" He kissed her hard and trailed his lips down her neck with ticklish little nibbles. She laughed at his antics.
Once they were done joking, she went to the closet and brought out her bag. Clay's face fell. He wasn't ready to let her go. If he had his way, she'd be moving with him next week.
"I'm going to pack up except for the stuff I'll need for the next couple days."
"Alright."
"Do you mind if I leave my things in the bathroom and they can get packed up and moved with everything else?"
"Of course, honey."
"Have you asked for any help moving next week? I know Dad and Mikey are planning on helping out."
"I mentioned it to the guys. I think Sonny and Trent are gonna help, not sure about anyone else."
"Have you told them why you are moving"
"Yea. I let them know."
"How did that go over?"
"Well, I don't think Sonny was surprised, but everyone else was. But, not at me. I think they were more surprised that Jason isn't objecting."
"Did dad say anything?"
"He just said that it was your decision, and that he didn't want to talk anymore about it."
"Do you think they'll really let it go that easy?"
"Oh, they'll probably give me some shit for a while. But they'll all have to get used to it. 'Cause once you move in, I don't plan on letting you go ever again."
"I don't plan on leaving." She wrapped her arms around him and leaned against his chest. Clay returned her embrace and kissed the top of her head.
"We done in here, Em?"
"I guess. What are you going to with the mattress and stuff since the new one is being delivered to the new place?"
"I think Trent's taking it. That reminds me, we'll need new sheets and stuff."
"I already ordered some."
"Just tell me there's no flowers involved."
She chuckled. "No, you're safe, no flowers. But I might have bought a color besides grey."
"Please, no pink.
"You'll just have to wait and see," she teased.
"Anything else I should be warned about?"
"You might have to put up with some throw pillows. And I also got a proper bedspread. You can relax though. It's navy blue."
"I guess I can live with that."
"Seriously, honey, don't you want to pick some things out?"
"Em, I just want it to feel like your place too. So, whatever you want is fine."
"Even if there are flowers involved?"
"Even if there are flowers. As long as you're there with me starting June 1st, that's all that matters."
"June 1st, huh?"
"Yep. That's the day after you graduate. Only 149 days away."
"You're counting the actual days?" Her eyes got teary.
"Of course, babe. Only 149 days and you're home for good."
