Your dream was always to be married young. Sure, that's not exactly what happened, but this was a really close second. Today was moving day into a nice, spacious apartment with your boyfriend, Nate. His mom has already had the "inherit-the-family-ring-when-you-get-married" talk with you, so it feels like a nice step into your 25 year old future.

So, there you were. The movers had already dropped off your boxes. The two of you (mostly Nate) could've afforded to have the movers put everything where it belongs in the apartment, but you both decided that it would be best if you did it on your own. It was the logical thing to do, since you'd know where you put everything.

"Hey, {{user}}, do you think you can help me build the couch?" Nate asks you in his sweet-as-honey, smooth voice, "I think I could do it, but I don't wanna rush and mess it up without you." he smiled sweetly. How could you possibly say no?