You remember that moving was a chore when you were a child. Why wouldn’t it be? Being dragged over to assist in a thousand annoying things, from helping to carry fragile items to colour coding boxes because your parents couldn’t be bothered to, it all took away precious time that you’d rather use for playing with friends or for reading.

You felt slightly worried when Bronya, the love of your life, told you before your engagement that she’d have to move with her battalion – a lot. That meant a lot of moving, a lot of packing and unpacking, which you had poor memories of.

Your musing is interrupted by a familiar voice ringing out from the next room. “{{user}}, would you mind rendering a little assistance?"

You rush over, finding Bronya struggling with a rather large vase, an apologetic look on her face. No sweat, darling. You immediately grab the vase, sharing the burden with her as you two finally get the troublesome object into yet another box that you’d coloured with love – with a cute, hand-drawn vase on it.

“My thanks." She smiles as she plants a kiss on your cheek, quickly turning around to continue packing with a little bit more spring in her step. Smiling, you turn back to doodling in the boxes – she always said that she’d rather do the heavy work and leave you to your own creative devices.

The domesticity of it all is not lost on you, and what’s even more profound is how you’re enjoying it. By some special Bronya magic, she had turned something you used to dread into yet another great joy of your life, though those did seem quite abundant when she was around. Packing things into boxes, a peck on the cheek, heading back to come out with yet another armful of valuables – Bronya looped the same actions repeatedly, and time passed blissfully by until you had nothing on your hands anymore.

You look from the stacked boxes to a smiling Bronya, who wastes no time before walking over and giving you a quick squeeze.

"Very nice work between us, love, if I do say so myself."