Speak low, if you speak love...

Moving day was always interesting with the other guys around. Even after the many moves that they had helped each other with, it was still hard for Marko to take it one hundred percent seriously. Marko felt like a big kid again as he dug through the boxes and sometimes jumped into one just to goof off, it was hard to say just how they got anything done, but at least it wasn’t ALL work, and with as many trips as he had been making up the steps and back down and out to the moving truck and everything else, some playing was well worth it.

One of the rooms that Marko spent a good portion of the day setting up, was his studio that Lily had surprised him with— which he was elated about. He had a feeling that it would be his favorite room in the entire house, especially since just right outside of it was set up to be a mini office to him, which he would need when he got up in the middle of the night and needed to write out his music without disturbing Lily. All of it would be a big adjustment, but a well welcomed one as he was starting a new chapter to the rest of his life. 

A few hours had passed when Marko found himself back down stairs and was setting pictures up along the wall when Lily called out to him and caught his attention. “Hmm?” Marko smiled and eagerly stepped over to take the offered bottle of water. “Oh, thank you!” He uncapped it and took a drink. He had been parched so he was grateful to the suggestion. “Pizza would be great.” He said with an eager nod. “I think that it would be perfect for a day like today.” Pizza was simple and easy to eat and it tasted really good. Everyone could grab a few slices of it and get back to what they were doing if they wanted to, since it was a very big move for all of them to be making that day. “Just make sure mine has some peppers on it, please.” He offered her a grateful smile before leaning in to give her a peck on her lips.

“I could go with you to the store.” He offered. It’d be for the best if they went together, especially with the sheer amount that the two would be buying to stock their cabinets full of food. “I’m not very picky.” He said as he scratched at the back of his head in thought for a moment. “Would you be up for some lasagna or is Italian two nights in a row too much?” It was a joke, of course, but he’d be up for anything that she wanted. “Or something with chicken in it…? Chicken Parmesan might be okay.” His greyish-blue eyes turned to look at Easton, who was dozing over on the couch. She had tried to help them put a couple of things away earlier, so he knew that she must be tired. His smile broadened as he looked in Lily’s eyes. “Whatever is easiest for you to do.”

Lily was so thankful that all the boys in the band had been so willing to help with the move. "I really can't thank you all enough Olli, you Markus, Jani, Jaska, and Jari have all been such a wonderful help to us. We really owe you so much for doing all of this. I wish I could help more. I really do, I feel so lazy" Lily said as she could only lift light boxes because she was considered a high risk pregnancy. Lily had to admit it was fun having the guys around, they made her laugh easily and it just made the whole ordeal lighter and there were a lot of laughs. Lily was glad that Marko had liked the studio she'd surprised him with. She let him pick how he wanted to decorate it, all she'd done was have the equipment brought in he would need and have the room soundproofed and had a nice desk picked out and a very comfortable chair for him to sit in. She had a latched gate mounted just outside the door frame that way if he did leave the door open Easton couldn't get in, but it also allowed him to close the door without having to take a baby gate down. It kept that out of the way and just made things easier in general. "You are more than welcome. I made sure all the guys had cold bottles of water too. "Do I ever forget the peppers on yours? It's one of my favorite toppings as well." She said with a grin after he kissed her and she then kissed him back, she had actually planned on ordering a pizza with extra peppers just because they both liked them so well.

Or make them flow as they should.

They don’t sound particularly profound.

I can’t paint you pretty pictures. Or blend the colors like other artists do.

My watercolors don’t bleed beautifully.

But I can say I love you. In as many languages as you need me to.

I can be fluent in loving you.