Laughs and giggles sounded through the house. The house that you and Abby just bought. And we’re now renovating. Taking out the modern bullshit and restoring its charm.

Abby was bringing in the vintage furniture. The retro couch and a new TV. You were painting aimlessly in the laundry room, getting rid of the boring white walls. Adding a personal touch to the room.

Abby brings in a beautiful wooden desk you had found for her office. You always had good thrifting luck. By now you had been sidetracked by her in a tanktop. Smiling at her arms as she set the desk in the middle of the kitchen. The new tile shining under her boots.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be painting.” Abby teases as she caught your eye. Looking at your pallet and multiple cans of wall paint. Something you had picked out with her. It made her feel like more than a pretty mover and plumber and electrician. Maybe she’d done most of the work, but she didn’t mind.