“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, Sweetheart, I'm serious,” he told her. He had to pull the phone away from his ear because of her squealing.
“Holy shit! I'm putting you on speaker. Zaine, Babe, Finley's moving in with us!”
“About damn time he came to his senses,” Zaine's voice came over the line. “We can start packing you up today. I'll bring the boxes and our girl.”
“I have to go into the office for a few hours, but I'll be done by 4. I'll text Sorcha my address and meet you there by 4:30,” Finley told them.
“Sounds good, Fin. See you then,” Zaine said.
“See you in a few hours Love,” Sorcha said.
“See you in a few hours,” he replied and hung up. Then he turned the car on and headed to the office.
As soon as four o'clock hit, he was logging off his computer and heading out. One thing he loved about his job was the flexible hours. He was excited to get to the apartment and start packing.
While it had taken two days to pack Sorcha up, it would only take a day for him. Other than his clothes and bathroom items, he didn't have a whole lot aside from some nickknacks, as his mother would call them. He didn't even have to worry about the dishes because they weren’t his. They belonged to his landlord.
When he pulled up to the apartment building he spotted Sorcha and Zaine in a pickup truck he assumed belonged to Zaine. He got out of his SUV and approached the driver's side. “I see you beat me here. I hope you haven't been waiting long.”
“Nah, we just got here a few minutes ago,” Zaine replied.
“I'm glad I didn't keep you waiting long,” Finley said and motioned toward the building. “Shall we?”
Sorcha hopped out of the truck. “Yes, let's! I can't wait to get you moved in with us,” she said.
Finley chuckled at her exuberance. He went to her and wrapped his arms around her. “I've missed those lips,” he said and kissed her.
“Missed you too,” Sorcha replied when the kiss ended.
“All right you two, let's get inside and get started,” Zaine interjected. He grabbed the boxes out of the back of his truck.
Finley let her go and led them inside and upstairs to his third-floor apartment. “I don't have a lot, a few nickknacks, clothes, and bathroom stuff,” he told them as he let them in. “Everything else belongs to my landlord, including the dishes.”
Sorcha went to him and hugged him. “I can see why you said it's cold and lonely. There's nothing of you in here, not really. The place is impersonal.”
“Yeah,” Finley replied.
“You can add shit that makes the house your home too,” Zaine told him.
“Thanks Zaine. Let's get started,” Finley said and pointed out what was his and what wasn't.
Three hours later, they took a break to order pizza and eat.
“I can't believe we're almost done,” Sorcha said. They only had the bathroom to pack up.
“I told you I didn't have a lot of stuff,” Finley replied.
“Yeah, you did,” Sorcha said. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “It's okay, I'm just a bit of a hoarder,” she told him.
He and Zaine chuckled. “You do have a lot of stuff, Sweetheart, but most of it is books.”
“What can I say, I like to read,” she replied cheekily.
That made them laugh. “That you do,” Zaine said as they ate pizza. “But we love you just the way you are,” he told her.
“Zaine's right. Wouldn't want you any other way,” Finley put in.
