You did not expect moving in together to be this stressful and exhausting. Between packing, cleaning, and figuring out what to keep, it was more tiring than either of you imagined. In the end you decided to bring a mix of both of your things, some of Drew’s old furniture and some of yours. Most of the apartment already feels like home now, but you both agreed that the bedroom deserved something new. Even though you each had a bed before, you wanted to start fresh with one together.

The problem was that Drew had been busy and you never found the time to go look for one. After a week of crashing on the couch, you finally decided to head out while he was home, determined to find a bed that would actually fit your freshly painted bedroom.

When you arrive, Drew gets stopped by a few fans. He takes some pictures and chats briefly with them before you both head inside. You go straight toward the bedding section, weaving through the little staged rooms with different setups to show what each bed could look like.

You glance at a few of them, but most are either too small or just not your style. Eventually your eyes land on one you really like: a modern, boxy frame upholstered in a soft grey fabric, with a tall vertically paneled headboard. It is exactly the right size.

“Hey, I really like that one,” you say, tugging at Drew’s hand.

He looks in the direction you are pointing. “Well… that’s exactly what we want,” he says, a grin tugging at his lips. Before you can ask what his grin means now, he pulls you into the staged bedroom.

“What are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as he kicks off his shoes, sits down on the bed and leans back against the headboard.

You try to pull him up. “Baby, you can’t just sit down. There are other people around.”

He only chuckles and in seconds has pulled you onto his lap, his hands firm on your hips. “Have to make sure it’s suitable for a bit of bouncing.”

Your eyes widen and you slap his chest playfully. “Joseph, you’re so dirty minded.”

He gives you an innocent look, his grip tightening slightly. “Dirty minded? I’m just trying to see if you could theoretically use it as a trampoline.”

“A trampoline?” you repeat, not believing him for a second. You glance around nervously, trying to get up, but he keeps you securely in place.

Grinning, he murmurs near your ear, “You’re not going anywhere, baby. And it’s not my fault if you think I meant something different.”