“Oh, come on.”
“Do you want me to help?”
“It’s your fucking shit.”
She shrugs as if that doesn’t matter anyway. I grab the pillow and throw it at her, which earns me a growl from Otis.
“Fine. Just remember that you’re not always getting your way in the future.”
“Mhm,” she hums.
She has gotten her way a lot, if not all, of the time. Yet I haven’t complained once. Why would I? It keeps her happy, and it for damn sure makes me happy. Deanna can have whatever she wants. She wiggled into my life, revived lifelong doubts, erased those doubts, helped me relax, and then had me fall in love with her.
I’m thankful to have her in my life, especially during my concussion and finding out about Coach Hall. Deanna might drive me a little crazy at times, but she can also ground me. That’s important.
And now, she’s moving in. I’m sure it’s going to be a crazy, but fun experience. It is a huge step; she’s absolutely right about that. Neither of us should have any concerns, though. As long as we go all in, it’ll be worth our while, and I have no doubts that we’ll do just that.