She laughed. “Alright, that's fair. I guess the worst case scenario is that you two break up and he has to move out in a weekend!”
I playfully whacked her arm. “Laura! Positivity, please!”
She broke out into a giggle fit and I shook my head, leaving her in the center of the aisle. I picked up my pace to look at the items at the end of the shelf. I lifted a few shamrocks from the hangers and held them up to her.
“What do you think?”
Her laughter faded and she nodded, raising her hands to her cheeks. “Those are cute!”
“Aren't they?”
“I think that kid is going to have the coolest party ever.”
I nodded. “I wish we had things like this when we were kids.”
“Well, now you can give these things to your kids.”
I smiled warmly. “I still haven't asked Levon about that.”
“Maybe do the move-in first and wait a little while on the kids part.”
“I still want to talk about it. It's good to be on the same page with that sort of stuff.”
“You'd make the cutest babies.”
I giggled. “Right? And Levon would be such a wonderful father. He's already so caring and sweet and patient.”
“Definitely a good sign.”
“Thanks for your positivity, Laura.”
She smiled warmly. “Anything for my sister.”
She wrapped her arm around my waist and I pushed the cart, wandering around to the next aisle. My heart was racing. I simply couldn't wait to ask Levon to move in. I knew it was fast, but I knew it was right.Wewere right.
And I just wanted us to be right where we belonged.
* * *
After leaving the store,I returned to my office with my party goodies. I set them out on a desk near the other wall away from my main desk to look them over. I touched each one, making sure that the green colors matched. I played with the chocolate coins, the spinning toys, and the noise-makers that would be part of the treat bags, organizing them into piles.
“I need to start setting those up.”
My phone beeped. I reached idly into my pocket to pull it out, keeping my eyes on the prizes in front of me. I was excited to put the pieces together. As much as I loved shopping for events, I also loved setting them up. Decorating was my thing—and I was good at it.
I held up my phone and smiled.
“Levon called.”
I clicked on his name and held the phone to my ear, listening to the line trill endlessly. When he didn't answer, I sighed and pulled the phone away from my ear, noticing there was a voicemail. I clicked on the message.
When I returned the phone to my ear, I heard his voice float through the speaker.
“Hey, darling. Call me! I have some exciting news.”
The voicemail ended and I held the phone at eye level.
“He'll call back soon.”