Post by Scarlet Rose Harris on Jan 1, 2013 20:44:15 GMT -5
Scarlet hummed to herself quietly as she sorted through the laundry that she had been working on while Zachary was out doing lord knows what. They had a lot of it considering they had just gotten home from Arizona. Laundry laundry laundry. But this morning had been so nice. She had woken up, made a pot of coffee for her and Zach, went to the store to pick out some new decorations for their place – mainly decorative pillows and some art. Plus some fresh flowers to put in the living room, kitchen and bathroom. And then she had gone and bought some simple supplies for cooking. Pasta, pasta sauce, frozen pizzas, ramen. Otherwise it was strictly take out food. And it was when she lifted his boxer briefs out of the laundry basket and started to fold them that she felt an icy nausea in the pit of her stomach. “ Oh my fucking god, I’m married,” she said before she instantly spread her fingers apart, dropping his boxer briefs back into the laundry basket. “ Okay,” she said as she placed her hands against her knees and stood up. “ This is okay. Okay.” she said before she placed her hand against her stomach. Oh gonna puke. “ Shane. Shane shane shane” Scarlet said as she leaped over the laundry basket and ran to find her phone. Shit, Shane was married and he wasn’t freaking the fuck out. If he could do it, then she could. “ Shane! So I was sitting and I was folding laundry, and there was underwear. And I made coffee. I bought pillows,” she started to ramble off. But thankfully for her, Shane knew her like the back of his hand and she didn’t really have to go much further in explanation before he was doling out advice.
And what advice it was. You could be ready to spend the rest of your life with someone. She was. She could be willing to do Zach’s laundry. She did. But that didn’t mean you had to behave “ married”. Shane was right. There were no rules. You got to make your own. Which is why she was standing there in a French maids uniform, twirling her hair mindlessly around her finger as she waited for Zachary to come through the door. As she heard the elevator doors starting to open up to their penthouse she jumped up off of the couch and picked up her feather duster before she twirled it in her hand loosely as she waited for Zach to bound the corner. Scarlet smiled slowly as she lifted her shoulder slightly, “ Bonjour monsieur..” she said quietly as she made her way over to him before she placed a kiss on his lips. Scarlet smiled as she dropped her feather duster to the side and wrapped her arms around his neck. “ Ooo lala,” she said quietly before leaning forward to kiss him again and bit down against his bottom lip.
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And what advice it was. You could be ready to spend the rest of your life with someone. She was. She could be willing to do Zach’s laundry. She did. But that didn’t mean you had to behave “ married”. Shane was right. There were no rules. You got to make your own. Which is why she was standing there in a French maids uniform, twirling her hair mindlessly around her finger as she waited for Zachary to come through the door. As she heard the elevator doors starting to open up to their penthouse she jumped up off of the couch and picked up her feather duster before she twirled it in her hand loosely as she waited for Zach to bound the corner. Scarlet smiled slowly as she lifted her shoulder slightly, “ Bonjour monsieur..” she said quietly as she made her way over to him before she placed a kiss on his lips. Scarlet smiled as she dropped her feather duster to the side and wrapped her arms around his neck. “ Ooo lala,” she said quietly before leaning forward to kiss him again and bit down against his bottom lip.
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