![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) davidoff Scene: Moving In. |
[02 Apr 2009|11:50am] |
This? Was a huge step in Deacon's life. Okay so that was being a little selfish. This was a huge step in the lives of both Deacon and Kaci. Living together. Like an actual couple that were pretty damn serious about one another. He was damn serious about her. To the point where days prior to her moving in, he'd lie in bed, close his eyes, and think of how one day this house could and would be filled with the sound of children and laughter. Good memories, that's what this house needed. Not to say that the previous owners didn't make it a warm and inviting place. They probably did. But Deacon wanted his own memories and more than that, he wanted his own family. With Kaci. It was almost schoolgirl-like in a way. He'd find himself sitting at his desk while trying to work, thinking of how wonderful Kaci Davidoff-Fox would sound when his future wife (hopefully) would introduce herself to other people.
Things were falling in to place at a frighteningly wonderful speed. Deacon figured there would be a little bit of stress involved in the whole process. There was the matter of fixing up the car he had in his garage. It was a 'back up' in case (God Forbid!) something ever happen to his pick up truck. He was one to think ahead like that. But after just a Saturday and Sunday afternoon of tweaking and replacing parts, he had it up and running. A gift to his girlfriend for even agreeing to pack up and move in with him in the first place. He also made sure that there was a guest room with clean bed sheets all set up JUST in case she wanted a room to herself on days when she just didn't want to look at his face. He couldn't blame her for those things, right? That was just how women were.
With the last of her boxes carried into the house, Deacon let out a huge sigh of relief. His place didn't have very much in it...until she showed up. Now it seemed full. Not just with boxes but just..full. He sat the box down in the bedroom floor before turning to his girlfriend with a bright, accomplished smile on his face. "Done. You're not moving anywhere ever again. I don't think my back can handle it." He pushed the sleeves of his flannel shirt up his forearms before reaching over to the dresser and taking a long, much deserved drink from his beer. It was about the...fourth one of the day or so he figured. Who needed those fancy ass energy drinks? Not Deacon Fox! He kept it simple with a six pack of Coors!
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