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Kylian's POV

We finished our dinner before Desmond excused himself to go home to his own family. Cynthia left a few minutes after, leaving Yvonne and me alone in our home. It was ours. We were sharing a home and it felt great. I had been nervous for nothing.

“Are you okay with all this?” She pointed to the boxes littering the living room and lining the hallway as we moved through our home.

I looked at the boxes labeled with her name and smiled. “I am very okay with this. I can’t wait to start this life with you.”

She laughed. “Look around. It’s started.” I smiled. “I guess it has.”

“I need to call the stores first thing tomorrow morning and have all my deliveries changed to come here,” she mused aloud.

“All your deliveries?” I asked.

She grinned. “I’ve been doing some shopping for the nursery. I didn’t want it all sitting in my apartment for months, so I had the deliveries scheduled for next month. I figured that would give me plenty of time to get the nursery in order.”

“You’ve bough