It's been a hell of a weekend. He's moved in, living room is full of boxes that we haven't unpacked and there's a lot of work to do but instead we've spent most of the last two days in bed (and yes, part of that time was actually spent sleeping...and yes, part of it was spent on things less appropriate).
After a long weekend, he's asleep early tonight and I know I should be working on this 10 page essay that's due in two days that I've barely even started on because I won't have time to work on it tomorrow but I'm sitting in bed next to him listening to him breathe and just thinking about how perfect this all is.
I can't believe he's finally here again. And I can't believe this time he's staying.
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