Ivan Carter

I cannot and will not promise anything.

Yeah I figured. 

We’ll work on that.

You have full reign over the decorating. 

Yes, matching furniture. Oh my God! Why do none of your chairs match?!

Um... because I got them from then thrift store for cheap. 

I know I need to sort through my clothes, not all of my stuff fits anymore. Oh, you assumed correctly. Not to diss your interior design, but, you know, I’ve been telling you for a while that you should put some more art on the walls. 

More art... matching furniture... having a fridge filled with real food and not just soda and microwave meals. You know all the boring stuff. 

Honestly, neither did I. 

Maybe when we get to our place we go through some of this stuff and see completely what you have. Plus I assume you’re going to want to do some re-decorating when you come to my place anyway.

Exactly. Look at all these boxes we have to move onto the truck.

I never knew you had this much stuff. 

Oh shush. You see plenty of me melting on the outside. But now we have things to do. [gently smacks his arm]

Yeah yeah yeah. We have to get you all moved. 

I’m melting on the inside, don’t you worry. 

*puts the box down and pulls her toward him* Sometimes, it’s okay to melt on the outside. 

Wow. Sappy ass. [hands him a box, smirking]

You know most girls would melt over something like that but no my girl calls me a name and makes me get back to work. 

The kids they think are going to be born tomorrow? [chuckles] Aww, babe. That you means you want to have kids with me. 

Hell yeah I do. I’m going to marry you one day. 

When? When I’m old and gray?

No I’m sure they will with our kids one day. 

It’s fine… Actually, no it’s not. I’m still bitter about that. It’s not your fault though.

Maybe they will make up for it one day.