DJxDANGAAxCRNPPS: Yay, I'm glad you liked it.
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"No, you're supposed to attach that piece first."
"I know what I'm doing, love."
"Yeah, but if you don't attach-"
"Would you stop back seat driving, fi?"
….
"Maybe try to angle it a bit more?"
"I can't angle it any more."
"I told you, you should have taken the door off."
"Love?"
"Yeah?'
"Not helpful."
"Sorry."
….
"That is a thing of beauty."
"I thought you might like it."
"When did you order it?"
"While you were ordering dinner the other night."
"How many inches is it?"
"72."
"High def?"
"Yep."
"I'm in love."
…
"No, I don't like it there."
"Love, I've moved it three times."
"Could you put it on that wall?"
"That's where I first put it!"
…
"This isn't going to work."
"Yes, it will."
"No, it won't. We're going to have to switch the cabinets out."
"Fi! That's what I said to do from the start!"
…
"No a little more to the left… No, wait, that's too far."
"Fi," he groaned, waving his hand and lowering the couch back to the floor. "would you please make up your mind?"
"I just want it in the right spot."
"Come on, love, we both know your going to rearrange it in a month anyway."
"That's completely beside the point."
"Then help me! It's your ribs that are broken not your magic," he snapped.
"I'm busy," she smiled. "Besides, what kind of gentlemen would you be if you had me help you?"
"A tired one. You want it somewhere else, you move it."
"Fine," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. She opened them and magically lifted the couch, guiding it with hand movements, "there."
"That's where I first put it!"
"You still like Irish crème creamer, right?" she asked, ignoring his frustration.
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm making a grocery list."
"You are not going to the store. You still get out of breath walking around the apartment."
"It's a large apartment," she argued.
"Fi."
"Fine, my mom offered to go, anyway."
"In other words, she figured you were planning on going and argued with you until you agreed to let her go instead."
"Maybe," she pouted.
"You're hopeless."
"Is there anything you want to add?" she asked, holding out the list.
"It's open," Fi called at the sound of knocking.
"No, it's not," Dorian corrected. "Be right there."
"It's not?"
"Fiona, love, there's a price on your head, I'm not about to leave your door unlocked," explained Dorian, going to open it.
"Oh, right," she chuckled as he left the room.
"Sorry," said Dorian, opening the door.
"No problemo, dude," said Clue, coming in with an armful of groceries.
"It looks nice, Fi," called Molly, taking in the now furnished apartment.
"Thanks, mo- ah, ow!"
"Wow," commented Clue, as Dorian took off, "the dude moves fast."
"You should have seen him when he came to the hospital, I don't think I've ever seen anyone look that livid," whispered Molly. Then more loudly, "You alright, Fi?"
"She's fine," Dorian called back, sounding somewhat irritated. "She just tried to get up to quickly because heaven forbid the woman remember she's injured."
"Shut up," came Fi's petulant sounding voice.
"Come on, Clue, kitchen's this way," laughed Molly.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered, following Molly. "Wow, this is nice. A balcony too?"
Clue set the groceries down on the kitchen table and went out to the balcony.
"I like the kitchen," called Molly.
"Thanks," said Fi, who was now leaning against Dorian in the doorway. "We're going to paint sometime this week."
"We are?" asked Dorian, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Do you not know me?"
"Yeah," he sighed in defeat. "I must have painted your place in London a half dozen times."
"I think it was closer to full dozen, actually. Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"Does that mean we aren't going to paint this week?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course not," she laughed.
"Fi, are you going to be able to paint this week?" asked Molly, looking doubtful.
Dorian laughed, "When she says 'we're' going to paint, she means I'm going to be on a step ladder trying not to fall, while she sits on the couch deciding if it needs another coat of paint."
"Rough luck man," said Clue coming back in from the balcony. "Oh man, Fi, your face!"
Fi shrugged, and then winced.
"Her ribcage is worse," said Dorian darkly, having noticed her flinch.
"Let it go, Dorie," she said soothingly, squeezing his hand, not noticing Molly's pointed stare.
"How much more is left?" he asked Clue more lightly.
"A lot."
"I'll help you with it," said Dorian, and pressing a kiss to her temple, "show your mum the place, love."
"Are you up to showing me around?" asked Molly, as the front door shut behind the guys.
"Yeah. I'm fine, really, as long as I go slow… Very slow," she amended unhappily.
Molly laughed at her daughter's petulance, and followed her through the expansive apartment.
"Fi, is it the whole floor?" she asked, after seeing the third guest bedroom.
"Yeah."
"My God, I think this is bigger than my house."
"It's not that big," she laughed, wincing. "At least, I don't think it is."
"Baby, don't the pain killers do anything?"
"They do a lot, trust me. I barely move without them."
"But if you're still in pain, maybe they should give you something stronger?"
"They're plenty strong, promise, but I'm only taking half at a time or I don't function."
"Fi, you don't need to function," Molly reprimanded.
"Mom, I don't like lying around doing nothing."
"No, you never did," she sighed, following Fi into the office.
"In a week or so, I'll have the bookshelves filled," she said, gesturing to the empty floor to ceiling bookshelves, lining the wall.
"Fi, honey," hedged Molly, " you and Dorian?"
"What about us?"
"Have things changed between you two since we talked?"
"No," answered Fi, baffled by her mother's questioning
"For a girl who's not interested in restarting the relationship, you two sure are acting like a couple," Molly explained.
Fi frowned, "I didn't realize we… were coming off that way."
"You are. It's obvious he still loves you, Fi," insisted Molly, throwing caution to the wind. "You should have seen his face when he got to the hospital the other day. It was frightening."
"We were together for five years, mom, we were engaged," she shrugged. "Ow. And old habits are hard to break… right or wrong, there are still feelings there… on both sides. I didn't think we were acting that way but, it makes sense that we would, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does. So what does that mean for you two?"
"I don't know."
"Well, considering he's living here, baby, I'd suggest you find out, soon."
"Easier said than done," Fi grimaced.
"Hey, there you two are. The groceries are up, and Dorian wants to know where you want stuff, Fi," said Clue, sticking his head into the office.
"Okay, we'll be right there."
"Cool," he said, heading back toward the kitchen.
"Oh, here," said Molly, as Fi started to leave, holding out a credit card with a receipt wrapped around it.
"Thanks," she said, putting it in her pocket. "And thanks for picking it all up."
"Of course, baby. I told you, that's what moms are for," she smiled, following her daughter to the kitchen.
"Hey, Clue, we should get going, I'm working on wedding stuff with Gabe tonight.
"Sure."
"Speaking of which, Fi, in a couple weeks we need to go get your bridesmaid dress fitted."
"Yeah, okay," said Fi, gingerly giving her mom a hug a goodbye.
"Rest up, baby," Molly implored.
"I will."
"Bye Fi," said Clue, carefully hugging her goodbye as well. "Take care of yourself, okay?"
"I will."
Molly and Clue headed out of the apartment, hearing the lock click behind them.
"I can't believe some jerk did that to her," said Clue, angry, as they headed down to the car, he had been told it was bad but knowing and seeing were two different things.
"I know," Molly agreed darkly. "I'd love to get my hands on the guy."
"It's like she doesn't catch a break. The first day off she's had in months and that happens," he sighed, shaking his head. Then, "Um, Molly, Fi and Dorian, are they, like, a couple or something?"
"Fi and Dorian are… complicated," she sighed. "I don't really know what they are… I don't think they know what they are."
"Right," he said slowly, still sounding confused.
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