“As many as you want to start with. I’ll make sure we bring them all. The rest you should bring inside to keep them safe, though.”
He nods as he considers. I gesture to the bed and he carefully sets them down.
“Do you have packing tape?”
His eyebrows knit together before he nods and leaves the room, returning a minute later with a roll of tape.
“Thank you. Finish with your chimes.”
Felton licks his lips but turns out of the room again. It’s clear he wants to know my plan, but his contentment at not having to make any choice at all overpowers the curiosity. He brings back a total of seventeen and I pack them between his clothes within the suitcases and the boxes. I concentrate on his bedroom suite, bringing whatever I think is most important to him.
By the time I’m finished with my preliminary search, Felton is sitting on the edge of his bed watching me. Speaking of bed… he actually fits on this one. Will it fit in my bedroom?
“What size is this bed?” I ask.
He looks down. “California king.”
I nod. I’ll look that up later. Might need to buy a bigger house with a bigger bedroom. My man is just too big for my bed and he needs to be comfortable.
“I’m about done in here. Do you have any other important possessions you’d like to take with us?”
Felton studies me before shaking his head and shrugging. “I guess I’m not really sentimental.” He glances in the mostly empty closet. “You already have my jerseys.”
“You finished bringing in all your wind chimes?”
He nods.
“Let’s load these up, then.” I push the suitcases toward him and, without question, Felton wheels them to the front. I stack the two boxes and follow. “Lock up the house. Make sure the alarm is on. You have security cameras?”
“Yes,” Felton says.
“Good. I’ll get these in my car while you finish up.”
We make a single stop before heading home, during which Felton watches me curiously but doesn’t ask as I buy hooks to hang his wind chimes on. We unload my car inside the front door, and I bring him right to my covered porch with a step-ladder in hand.
Felton remains behind me, his hands on my hips or thighs to keep me safe. Something that doesn’t cease to keep a smile on my face. By the time I’m installing the last hook, his forehead is pressed to my spine.
I can feel his sadness. More than anything, I wish I could take it away.
“Done,” I declare, resting my hand over his.
He inhales and stands straight as I make my way off the small ladder. “Come on. You hang your wind chimes as I unpack them.”
This is how we spend the next hour. With every wind chime I pull out and hand him, Felton chooses where it hangs. Then Imake room in my drawers and closet for his clothing and other belongings. One thing is clear by the time we’re finished—this space is perfect for a single person. Not quite as spacious for two.
After I’ve pushed the mostly unpacked luggage and boxes into my closet, deciding I’m going to need to move some things into the spare room, I pull Felton into me and begin undressing him. His eyes are on mine, a soft smile on his lips.
I have him down to his underwear and push him into bed, following once I’m stripped to the same. “We’ll work on bringing your bed here, but I think we’re going to need a bigger place.”
“What’s wrong with your bed?” he asks.
“You don’t fit, my beautiful giant.”
He snorts. “I like your bed.”
I nod. “For the short-term, I think we’ll manage well enough on it. But not for the long-term. You need a bed you fully fit into.”
Felton moves so he can meet my eyes. “Long-term?”
