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We rejoiced in the kitchen as Michael kept swinging me around. Hugs were exchanged, love was confirmed, and tears were shed. We wrapped ourselves up in a group hug before jumping up and down. Something we always did whenever we first got together after spending so much time apart.
But a rough knock at the door pulled us from our trance.
“Whoops,” Clint said.
Michael chuckled. “That the movers?”
I sighed. “Guess it’s time to get to work, right?”
Allison took my hand. “Not for you. You get to rest. I’ll help the guys with some of the smaller things.”
Michael slapped Clint’s back. “Guess you knocked her up at the right time, huh?”
I furrowed my brow. “What?”
Clint grinned.
“Yeah. Perfect timing, actually. I knew she wouldn't say ‘no’ to the ring if she had my spawn in her belly.”
I slapped his chest. “You take that back, Clinton Clarke. Right now.”
Allison laughed. “Ooooh, the last name. He’s in the doghouse already.”
Michael shook his head. “First night in the new home and you’re already on the couch.”
Clint smiled brightly. “You know I love you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Another loud knock came at the door and I pushed through everyone. As I walked around the beautiful round mahogany table in the middle of the foyer, I already pictured the vases of flowers I’d decorate it with every week. I unlocked the door and opened it up, only to find a shocking revelation behind the door.
“Hey, Clint?” I called out.
“Yeah, beautiful?”
I furrowed my brow. “Didn’t we only have two movers?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because I’m definitely looking at six. With their hands full of stuff.”
Clint trotted up behind me. “Well, let them in and get to work. You’re bossing everyone around, right?”
The mover grunted. “Where do you want your stuff?”
I moved to the side. “The red boxes go into the kitchen. Oh! And that bed goes all the way down to the hallway, last door on the right.”
Michael walked up with Allison. “Sounds like you’ve already got a handle on your work.”
Allison paused. “Where did the other four men come from, though?”
And right at that moment, the last mover came in. He had a red box in his hand, but there was a letter on top of the box. It had mine and Clint’s name on it, so I slipped it off the top. Then I pointed the man toward the kitchen.
“Thanks,” he said breathlessly.
Clint peered over my shoulder. “Who’s it from?”
I opened it up. “Guess we’re about to find out.”
