“Sure. Hold on,” I hopped off the stool and went to the room to get some money. Two more twenties from the diminishing pile. We needed milk and fresh produce.
He accepted the money with reluctance when I told him what I wanted him to pick up. Before he left, he promised he and Jim would be back soon. I went outside to play with Liam and Aden. At least, I didn’t have to worry about the premonition anymore.
They returned well after lunch, pulling a trailer loaded with furniture. Jim waved to the boys from the passenger window while Emmitt pulled up next to the garage to back the trailer closer to the house. Nana stepped onto the porch and helped direct Emmitt.
Liam and Aden climbed the tower attached to the swing set and watched. I shaded my eyes and squinted at everything stacked on the trailer and in the bed of the truck. There was so much. A sense of anticipation filled me when I thought of living in the new apartment. It would be our real home. The permanence of that thought didn’t scare me as it once had.
Emmitt backed up until the gate hung over the steps then parked the truck. He and Jim hopped out and got to work unloading everything. No matter what it was, they made it look effortless. Leather sofa, love seat, recliner, queen bed, bunk beds, dressers. They never appeared winded nor did they need a break. I stayed with the boys until all the big pieces were inside. Then, we followed.
I hadn’t been in the apartment since I’d given Emmitt my opinion on the bathroom color. This time when I stepped into the kitchen from the hallway door, I looked at it with new eyes.
The living room was no longer a big, empty cavern. The sofa and loveseat helped fill the space, making it look homey. Someone had positioned both so they faced a widescreen television. I wondered where the money had come from for all the new furniture. The boys raced to the back of the apartment. I watched Nana set the end tables near the sofa.
Feeling pensive, I moved to the boys’ bedroom where I heard Jim and Emmitt talking. A bedframe, the first of a pair that would stack for bunk beds, lay half-assembled on the floor. The boys squatted near, eagerly asking to help. Jim handed them the screws and bolts to hold, and I smiled at their enthusiasm before glancing at the two matching dressers that sentineled one of the room’s windows. A toy chest sat under the other window, leaving room for the bunk to abut the interior wall.
I watched from the doorway for a moment, wondering if my brothers thought of their room back home. Large and open with a few toys to entertain their lonely hours locked inside, it had originally been the master suite. After my mother died, Richard had contractors come to the house to make several changes. In my grief, I noticed nothing until it was too late. Bare, white institutional walls had replaced the beautiful decorations and colors my mom had contributed, and discreet locks had adorned the doors.
The room before me looked like a real room for two little boys. Bittersweet thoughts of how my mom would react to Emmitt’s efforts filled me.
Leaving them to their work, I turned to check out the other room and froze in the doorway. A queen-sized bed, assembled and made, sat between the two windows that faced the backyard. A dresser sat against the wall to the right of the bed with a reading chair next to it. The light from the nearby window made it a perfect spot to curl up with a book. Beside the bed, the guys had set an end table with a lamp.
Decorated in shades of light brown and blues with green accents, the room reminded me of a day at the lake. Specifically, the day Emmitt had asked me my favorite color. My heart swelled a little though I tried to stop it. I gently touched the light blue quilt patterned with beige stitching. Why were my feelings toward Emmitt so chaotic?
Gorgeous, kind, and completely focused on me, I found him intense at times. Knowing he considered me his and witnessing the vision about us left me floundering, wondering where we stood exactly. If we were normal humans, I’d say we were just in the flirty stage of an almost relationship. After his “mine” talk, I highly doubted he’d agree.
I heard the brush of a foot on the carpet behind me and turned. Emmitt stood there.
“You worry too much,” he said softly.
Yeah, I did. I smiled. “Thank you for this.”
He nodded and seemed to want to say more, but Liam called him from the other room. With an amused tilt to his lips, he answered his helper’s call and left me wondering what he hadn’t said.
Eager to give Emmitt his apartment back and to settle in our own, I started moving our few possessions. With dressers for everyone, I enjoyed putting away our clothes.
“Michelle?” Nana called from the kitchen.
I closed Aden’s dresser drawer and left the boys with instructions to make their beds. When I walked into the kitchen, I was surprised to see Nana there holding a large box.