She stayed with him for a few more days, but eventually the guise of watching over him wasn't believable. A few months after that, Kirsten insisted Cameron move in with her. He was worried that was going a little bit too fast, but Kirsten didn't grasp the idea. She was Liam for years and never really loved him, but she had been with Cameron for just a few months and had already sworn she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him by her side. Cameron couldn't argue with that, so he started moving his things in.
"Do you really need all this stuff, Cameron?" Kirsten rolled her eyes as she placed yet another box of nerd gear onto her table.
"With Camille gone there's plenty of room for it" Cameron laughed. Cameron and Kirsten had both insisted that Camille could stay where she was, but Camille figured it was time to get her own place anyway now that spying on Kirsten was a non issue.
"Wait! Are we replacing the couch?" Kirsten questioned.
"Oh come on, Cupcake. Yours was so old."
"We already switched out the bed and you want to switch out the couch?"
"Oh please. We have plenty of good memories in my bed. You love this bed" he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"We had plenty on mine, too" she grumbled. He smiled mischievously and whispered into her ear, "And now we'll have many more in our bed."
Kirsten turned her head to look at him. He had the same look of pure adoration on his face just like every other time he had ever looked at her. She gave him a peck on the lips before muttering, "You brought in all of your stuff, painted the place, and had the whole kitchen redone, Cameron."
"See? Now it doesn't look like your house. It looks like ours" Cameron insisted. Kirsten loved the idea of their home, their bed, their living room, their kitchen.
By the time Cameron had finished moving in it was like it was new house. Every single room was painted a new, tasteful yet vibrant, and very much Cameron's style color. The kitchen was new and state of the art, because unlike Kirsten Cameron planned to actually get some use out of it. He brought his TV, which Kirsten was actually pretty happy about. He had received some art and plants from his parents, who were beyond thrilled to see Cameron move in with his girlfriend. The only decoration he brought was a framed photo of the Stitchers team. He placed it on the dresser, right next to the framed photo of himself and Kirsten. He lifted the photo and examined it. This was taken before they were dating. They were looking at each other and smiling, blissfully unaware that Camille had taken the picture. He wondered if Camille had framed it or if Kirsten had.
He wandered back into the kitchen and called out to Kirsten, asking what she wanted to eat. She came running into the room and spewing off suggestions. She sat on the counter and watched him get into the zone. She loved watching Cameron cook. He was so passionate about it and really and truly blocked out the whole rest of the world when he was in the kitchen.
They sat the kitchen table and ate dinner together, then got up and did the dishes together. He picked her up into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, and carried her to the couch. He sat down and she stayed in his lap, kissing him frantically. She started taking off her clothes before working on Cameron's.
After christening the new couch, Cameron reached for a blanket and turned on their new TV. As she started to fall asleep, Kirsten whispered, "So what now?"
Cameron ran his fingers through his hair and looked down at the beautiful woman before him. This was the woman he knew that one day be his wife. He was enjoying the first of many nights in their home together as a family. He lifted her up to take her into bed before whispering, "Domestic bliss."