Page 21 of Fighting Our Forever

Chapter Fourteen

Paul

Ever since that weekend a few weeks ago, things with Callie, Ryan and I have been going great. The only complaint I have is that she refuses to stay the night with us during the week since it’s a “school night.” I’m doing my best to respect her wishes, but the nights I spend without her are the ones I spend tossing and turning, wanting nothing but to have her between Ryan and me.

Ryan suggested moving Callie in with us after we dropped her off that first weekend. The only thing that stopped us was the fear that she’d pull away if we asked for too much too soon. We’re with her every night, either at our house or hers. Mostly though, we’re at hers since we hate when she drives at night down the curvy mountainous roads. Letting her go into that small cottage with nothing to keep her safe, no one to keep all the predators at bay, besides a deadbolt, still puts a bad taste in my mouth. Each time I have to leave her there I get a little more frustrated.

Hopefully after today, this won’t be a problem. Most people would think that moving in after only being together for about a month is fast, and before Calliope, I would have agreed with them. The thing about us is she’s been ours far longer than that. The custom bed we ordered that will fit three people comfortably was delivered yesterday afternoon. We got the name of the guy who made it from Logan when he and Garret special ordered their furniture.

The custom wood bed frame holds two king size mattresses. We ordered three dressers to match the bed, and everything has been set up in the master suite at the end of the hall.

Ryan and I never did anything with the room at first, not wanting one to have it over the other. When Callie is here, we usually end up in Ryan’s room since it’s the first room you come to in the hallway. We’ve been getting the room ready and have gotten Olivia’s advice on Callie’s favorite colors. Now that the room is finished, we spent all morning moving our stuff in, hoping we’ll get to move in our woman’s things as well in the next couple of days.

“She’s here,” Ryan says from the kitchen where he’s been nursing a beer and playing on his ipad while keeping an eye on the window.

“If she says no, we just keep wearing her down. She might need time to get her head around it.”

“Should we talk to her dad? He’s going to flip his shit when he finds out his only daughter has moved in with us, especially since we aren’t married yet.”

“One step at a time. If we put all of this on her up front, she’ll bolt. I’d rather take it slow and wait for her than have to fight to get her back.”

“Agreed.”

When she knocks I walk to the door and open it, letting her in. She drops her bags and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. “I missed you so much! I hate when you have to work nights. It totally blows donkey balls.”

“I’ll let Kingston know you feel that way love, especially the donkey balls part.”

“Hey, what about me? You weren’t complaining when I gave you that massage while you watched those Winchestnut brothers.”

She laughs and kisses me before wiggling out of my hold and rushing up to Ryan, squeezing him tight and kissing him quickly. “That’s the Winchesters, and they are fine as hell.”

We both glare at her.

“Don’t even start. You two get checked out wherever we go. Now can we get going?”

“What’s the hurry love?”

“I haven’t seen Winnie or Olivia in over a week. The sooner we get there the faster I get to hold that little girl and squeeze her momma.”

“Before we go, we wanted to show you something.”

“Like a surprise?” Callie asks giddily.

“You could call it that.” Grabbing her hand, I pull her through the house, down the hall where all the bedrooms are.

She stops in front of my empty room then looks at me. “What’s going on?” No hint of the carefree woman who was just giggling down the hall. “Are you moving?”

“God no, just come with me, so I can show-”

“I’m not moving until both of you tell me what the hell is going on!” She snaps, crossing her arms over her chest, and glaring her emerald eyes in my direction.

Ryan, having about enough of her attitude, picks her up over his shoulder, smacks her ass then marches her into our bedroom. He tosses her on the bed where she lands with a humph.

She looks like she’s about to spit fire, but then she looks around the room. I can tell when she starts to put the pieces together when she focuses in on our dressers all lined up in a row. The closet is open with mine and Ryan’s clothes, with a large space left open for her things.

“You both moved into the same bedroom?” She asks, and we nod. “But why?”

I sit down on her right, Ryan on her left, and we lace our fingers with hers.

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