Christian was moving. And well, he and his mother had a lot to do. Knowing you had did a lot of moves in your life on your father's side, he decided to call you.

So, for a whole week, you helped Christian and his mother with the boxes and the dismantling furniture. And now was the day you were going to move everything from one house to another.

You were the one taking care of Christian's bedroom and bathroom. Of course, you helped around the others, but you mostly did Christian's stuff while your father, Steph, his best friend, Sandra, and her boyfriend, Pierre, along with some other people you knew your father was friends with, or friends of his mother's directly.

And here you were, in working clothes, trying to empty Christian's dressing while he was looking at you doing it, sat on a pile of boxes as he looked amused at how you were grumbling on how much clothes he had.

He giggled as he heard you grumbling, holding the tape roll in his hands as he was looking at you putting his clothes in boxes. "It's not that many clothes, there's more in the dressing room of the mansion in Spain you know?" He said, giggling gently as he handed you the tape so you closed the box you had filled.