Author's Note:

Well hello again!

I'd been floating the idea of a possible chapter 2 for this fic for a long time, but I didn't really have anything solid. But then we got the Young Sheldon finale which proved that Sheldon did in fact take his spot to their house, and I was inspired. So please enjoy this little addition.

Thanks as always to my beta reader Stark and to all my Shamy friends who help keep me motivated!


Chapter Two


It was late when Sheldon finally sunk down into his spot, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes, something that he had been looking forward to all day. He had been on his feet for hours, and now all he wanted was to settle down into the quiet, familiar comfort he always felt there.

He shifted a little, leaning forward so he could reach around and fluff the pillow behind him before settling in again, this time releasing a sigh.

A few seconds passed before he found himself shifting again, turning just a few degrees so he spine fit better into the crook between the back of the couch and the armrest.

It still didn't feel right.

Sheldon opened his eyes and looked around the room, trying to discern the cause of his discomfort.

"Ah, of course," he said, taking in the moving boxes stacked around him. "It's because I'm not in the apartment."

When Amy presented her argument for buying a house, he only had three non-negotiable stipulations. The first was that it had to be in a good school district, the second was that there could be no incidents of violent crime in the neighborhood in the past five years, and the third was that his spot had to come with him. Amy gave him no pushback on this, willing for once to completely heed to his wisdom. Their friends had been a little skeptical, and Wolowitz's quip about how the crime rate was likely to increase after the neighbors meet Sheldon led to them signing a three-year contract with the highest rated home security company in the area, but everything came together.

They'd found the perfect house almost instantly. A three bedroom, two bathroom craftsman with a fenced in yard not far from Caltech. And lucky for him (and Amy), Leonard and Penny agreed to give them the couch as a housewarming gift, taking back the teal loveseat that had remained in 4B since he swapped with Penny.

Unfortunately, he had failed to consider that, while the couch retained the same level of cushion and support he was used to, the things that made his spot his spot went beyond the couch itself. It was its placement in the apartment. The cross breeze, the radiator, the TV viewing angle. None of those things applied now. A problem.

Sheldon scanned the room a second time. His new home office. Amy insisted this would be the best place for the old couch, that it would be better to get a brand new matching set for their living room. Now he wasn't sure why he listened to her.

He shifted around in his spot again.

Perhaps they had been too hasty when they purchased this house. Sure, he felt a certain smug satisfaction for moving out before Leonard and Penny, something they never thought would happen, but maybe proving them wrong wasn't worth this discomfort. The logic was that they needed more room than apartment 4B could provide if they wanted to start a family, but Amy wasn't even pregnant yet. Not for lack of trying. That was another thing that was bothering him. Another problem.

"There you are!" Amy said, appearing in the doorway and pulling him out of his thoughts. "I unpacked all the boxes in the bedroom, it's ready for your inspection."

"Hang on," he said, standing up. "Help me move this against the other wall." He moved to grip one arm of the couch, waiting for her to grab the other.

"What? Why didn't you ask the movers to do it when they were here?"

"I didn't know this was the wrong spot until just now."

"Won't it partially block access to the lower shelves of your bookcase if you move it over there?" Amy asked, appraising the back wall. Sheldon turned to look as well.

"You're right, we'll have to move the bookcase too."

"Sheldon," Amy said with a sigh, walking in and sitting down on the middle cushion of the couch, "you're being silly. The couch looks great right here." She patted the seat to her left.

"But it doesn't feel great," he told her, but he sat down beside her like she wanted.

What followed was an intense discussion going over the placement of the couch in relation to the air vents, windows, doorway, and other furniture in the room. But even after all that, the prevailing conclusion seemed to be that moving the couch from its current location would not yield any better results.

"I get it, you know," Amy said after they had lapsed into silence for a few moments. "There are a lot of memories wrapped up in this couch in that apartment. It's not going to feel the same anymore."

Sheldon didn't reply, but when she reached over for his hand he turned to her and held her gaze.

"I still remember when you first invited me over, and we sat on the couch exactly like this playing Counterfactuals."

"Not exactly like this." He gave her hand a squeeze, which made her smile.

"I think we just need to make some new memories," she said. "And we can start right now."

The next thing he knew, Amy had moved in front of him, swinging one leg over so she straddled his lap. His jaw dropped a split second before her mouth was on his, and he felt her tongue licking inside while her hands cupped his face. He instinctually reached up to grab her hips and steady her.

This was indeed new. They had made out on the couch before but never like this. Never with the two of them sharing his spot. Her hands trailed down to his chest while she rocked against him, making him groan lowly. When her hands went lower still, he forgot all about his discomfort.

Oh yes, this was definitely going to be a brilliant new memory. She'd done it once again, that vixen.

And as they found out later, that night, the first night in their new house, she managed to solve both his problems.