Sure Feels Right

I didn't really have a whole lot to move to our house. Most of it was already there, we only needed to get my bed and a few big things. For the most part, I was able to help Robert move everything but we did enlist in Beau's help. I offered to feed him and Drew so he was over in a heartbeat.
Drew looked like she was about to pop and for the sake of everyone, I prayed that baby came on time. The two of us being hormonal isn't fun. I was a bitch and she was a cryer.
"So what are you naming the baby?" Robert asked as he helped prepare the salad. He was one of the rare hockey players that could get along without having a girlfriend. Surprising, I know.
"What are they having?" I whispered to him. I was sure it was a boy but couldn't remember.
"I think we should name him Landon." Drew noted as she chewed on a piece of celery.
"No."
"Clint?"
"No."
"Wayne?"
"After Gretzky?"
"I was thinking Rooney.."
"Our child is not being named after a soccer player." Robert and I were tending to the food, trying not to laugh. I had to concentrate on what I was doing because if I looked at my fiance, I would laugh.
"Diego?"
"Not after a Dora character either."
"After Diego Maradona you uncultured swine." I heard skin hit skin and completely lost it. Robert had started laughing right after.
"You're never going to agree on a name if you keep that up." I set a bowl in front of each of them. I sat on the counter and Robert stood next to me.
The only problem with us waiting to get furniture until after I moved in, is that we only had two chairs at our table. Being the nice person I am, I gave up my seat so Beau could sit with Drew.
The two of them fought over baby names the entire time we were supposed to be enjoying food. Every good idea I heard, I'd text to Robert. We wouldn't be having a child for a few years, but you can never be too prepared. It would avoid something like this happening.
I swear they had gone through every name in a baby book when I was done with listening to them bicker. I placed my chin on Robert's shoulder and whispered, "I need to unpack."
"Then go unpack." He waved it off, not caring.
"No I don't think you understand. I need help."
"Ooh." He helped me off the counter and quickly walked to the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Beau asked, completely oblivious to the fact that I threw my sweatshirt on the floor and Rob's shirt wasn't far behind it.
"You can leave or make yourself at home. This'll only take an hour." Robert backed me up against the wall, sucking on my neck as I ran my hands up his toned stomach. "Okay, make that two."
I wasn't surprised that they were gone when we walked back down the stairs. I was still trying to catch my breath as I poured myself a glass of lemonade. A reminder on my phone popped up telling me that my flight was less than 48 hours away.
I groaned and hid my face in my hands. We had just gotten back and we were already going to be leaving for Vancouver.
"Traveling is great, it really is. But maybe I want to stay in one place and be able to work."
"Scar, you not working is fine. I have more than enough saved for the two of us. Concentrate on school and after you graduate, you can worry about finding a job."
He was right. I had a bit of money saved up, even after I bought tickets to Vancouver and everything I needed for the two weddings this year. We should actually get to planning ours..
"Where do you want to get married?"
"If you want to do Vancouver, I'd be okay with that."
"Good, we can look for places while we're up there. Any preference for a song?"
"There's a few, I guess. I was thinking dark blue and something else for the colors." Neither of us looked up from our phones as we had our first wedding discussion.
"Dark blue and yellow?"
"Perfect."
"I really hope planning the rest of the wedding is this easy." I looked up to see him smiling one second and frowning the other. "What's going on?"
"Apparently my fiancée is cheating on me with Patrick Kane." He turned the screen towards me and sure enough it was a picture from dinner a couple weeks ago. "Do me a favor and never look at what annoying teenage girls say about you."
"Why do you think all my shit is on private? Some people have no lives."
The next morning we had decided to go shopping. I don't know why the two of us decided to go alone, neither of us knew how to decorate a house. We walked around countless stores before lunch and found nothing.
"Do you want to hire someone?" He turned to me while I was staring at some weird light fixture.
"Can that someone be my mom?"
"Sure. Want to get something to eat?"
"Aren't you supposed to be my fiancé? They don't ask questions like that." I laughed and walked to the car. "Actually, can you make some of that really good chicken?"
"Of course. Anything for you."
We sat at the table together, eating almost everything that he made. Pretty much all we did was eat, talk, and have sex. Not that I'm complaining. It was pretty much the perfect relationship. Well, for the most part. We actually fought more than I would like to admit. I also second guessed myself quite a lot too.
"Where did you learn to cook?" I asked with a mouth full of food.
"Mom. She's actually more excited to see you than she is to see me."
"Do you blame her? I mean look at me. I'm every mother's dream daughter in law."
"We aren't married yet." He notes before he refilled his glass with some weird mango pineapple juice.
"We might as well be. I mean we could always elope."
"If that's what you wanted." I got up and put both of our dishes in the sink before going into the living room. I sat next him, one leg tucked under me and one hanging off the edge of a couch.
"Weddings are nice but I don't want just a wedding. I'm really just looking for a marriage. With you. That's kinda why I said yes." I tilted up my head to look at his expression.
He put a hand on my knee and started to smile, "Kinda?"
"Yep. Just kinda." I kissed his cheek before going to take a shower.
"Oh hey Scar," I stopped in the doorway, turning to face him, "Do you mind if I go out with some of the guys tonight?"
"No. Of course not."
Having a night to myself sounded great. I thought about getting on Pinterest and browsing for wedding ideas or finishing my book, but in all honesty, I was probably going to end up on netflix binge watching Desperate Housewives.
"Have a good night. Call me if you need a ride home." I gave him a kiss goodbye.
I completely trusted Robert drinking without me, but with they way he was looking tonight, I knew some girl would be overstepping boundaries tonight.
"I think I might just crash at Sutter's place tonight, but I'll let you know. I love you."
"I love you too."
I sprawled out on the couch with my book. Kenzie had called to remind me of what I needed to bring with me to Vancouver. She was having a panic attack about something and I ended up just blocking her out. That was becoming a horrible habit that I needed to stop.
I was in bed, trying to get to sleep when the texts started coming in.
>> Scaarrrrrr
>> I love youu
<< Robert you're drunk
>> I know
>> but you love me
<< yeah I don't know why sometimes
>> baaabe
I stopped replying, hoping he would let me sleep in peace. I was glad that he was staying at someone else's house. It was hard falling asleep without him there, but it was a wonderful feeling to have the bed all to myself.
When I didn't text back, he called me.
"Robert I'm trying to sleep."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Bortuzzo." He slurred. I felt like a teenage girl that had written his last name after my first all over my notebooks. My cheeks were red and I couldn't stop smiling.
"We aren't married yet, remember?"
"Oh. Right. I love you Scarlett. I'm a lucky guy."
"I love you too, Robert."
"Silly girl thinks she's not good enough.." He started mumbling to himself, "Like I'm going to leave her for someone else. I'd probably quit playing hockey before then. I'm talking to Scar, why? Oh. Okay. Bye baby."
The phone call didn't end, Robert just handed it off.
"Hey Scarlett, Robert is going to Martin's for the night." Sid's voice came through my speaker. "I think Beau is too."
"Okay, thanks Sidney."
I plugged my phone back in and set it on the nightstand. At least I wasn't going to have to deal with him in the morning. He's sort of crabby when he's hungover.
After a lot of tossing and turning, I got up to get a glass of water and grabbed one of Robert's sweatshirts from the closet. It was hot as hell, but if he wasn't here, his sweatshirt would be the next best thing.
I went for a walk around six the next morning. The crisp morning air had started to burn my lungs, but it was strangely enjoyable. Early in the morning was the only time I could get outside. Any later and it was too hot out.
Okay, I am a huge baby when it comes to the heat. I could live somewhere that never gets above 40 degrees and be perfectly happy.
When I got back to the house, I put on a pair of leggings and a tank top before making myself a cup of tea. Sometime between reading about Brad and something about the soccer team when Robert came in.
"You look like shit." I smiled and lifted my legs off the other chair.
"Thanks, Scar."
"Water?"
"Please." I got up to grab a glass of water and a couple of advil for him.
"How was your night?"
"Good. I think. I blacked out a few times." He finished the drink and laid his head on the table.
"You texted me. And called."
"Oh shit."
"It's fine," I started smiling, remembering his slurred words from the night before, "I'd rather it be me than anyone else. Go take a shower, I have to go get a dress for the rehearsal dinner and then we have to pack. If you want to go, I guess."
"Yeah. I'll get ready." He pressed his lips to my forehead and made his way to the bathroom.
I got up and plugged in my phone to the speaker set and started playing some music. The kitchen needed to be cleaned, so I started with putting away the dishes. While dancing, of course.
"Cause I'm in love with these tumblr girls, with skinny waists and drug habits. Pretty faces love status, she acts as if she's the baddest." As much as I didn't like G-Eazy, I was constantly listening to this song. I don't even know why. I guess being around hockey players started to rub off on me.
Thirty minutes later, the kitchen was clean and Robert still wasn't out of the shower. I stood there for a minute trying to decide what to do until he was done. I guess now I know what he felt like whenever we went somewhere.
I got my suitcase out of the hall closet and threw it on the bed. My phone was still playing music so I set it in an empty mug. Broke college kids come up with some good ideas.
I threw all that I needed into the suitcase until 'All About That Bass' by Meghan Trainor came on. I danced around our room, not even noticing when the water turned off.
"Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two but I can shake it, shake it like I'm supposed to do. Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase and all the right junk in all the right places." I turned around to see Robert standing there in a towel, staring at my waist. Well, probably at my ass before I turned around.
"Damn right you do." He looked up to meet my eyes and smirked.
"You and that goddamn smirk, walking around in a towel like you live here or something."
"You make it seem like it's a bad thing." It was far from a bad thing, honestly. I quite enjoyed this view.
"It makes it real hard to concentrate and I probably should not have told you that."

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