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Not quite a believer of promises, but Wyatt found himself nodding to her words. The trip with the Romantics had changed him for the good. Well, for most part, at least. He was still as carefree as he used to be, but only now, he had to think about it twice before being irresponsible. âYeah.. You and me, we got this. â But can we please put the unpacking on hold for a bit?â Quite frankly, he was done looking at all the boxes a few days ago. âWeâve got so much time to unpack. Letâs just do something else, anything else,â he suggested, looking down at Eleanor as he spoke. He knew it was weird for him, to not have whatever family had made out of the Cranes after his mother anymore. Well, their physical presence at least. It was hard for him, but Wyatt also had some sort of sense of how new this must have been for Ellie, too. They had an entire lifetime unpack, if it came down to it. He just wanted to do something to solidify how much he felt that this would work out. That they would work out. âLetâs⊠I donât know, paint a wall or something. Letâs set aside a wall just for you to mess about on, and letâs make this place ours, as cheesy as that may sound,â he said, leaning forward to kiss her lips. If there was anything he learnt over the past few months was that the more he thought, the more time he wasted. And Wyatt would rather be cheesy than spend more wasted hours, over-thinking everything and stepping away from something he really wants.
Eleanor frowned as he pleaded for her to give up on unpacking for a while. She was just too excited to stop anything. Her mind was on the move and she couldnât control it. She was growing up, starting a life outside her parents, and most of all... She was starting it with Wyatt. A small laugh escaped her lips finally as she gave in, âokay okay, we can put it on hold. Iâm just so ready to look at a home and not just look at brown boxes, ya know?â Her head tilted a bit as she looked around as he suggested to do something else, her mind blanking on what that something else could be. âPaint?â Her eyes lit up at the words coming from his lips, he knew all too well how to get her to destress and relax. The mention of painting had her eyes roaming for the box which held the paints they had picked out together for the walls, but she was taken back by his next couple words after suggesting they leave a wall just for her. âReally!?â A smile covered over her as she looked around at the walls, âI get a wall to myself?â She questioned in awe that he was willing to let her have a wall to paint and mess with on her own within time. She leaned into him, kissing him back when his lips pressed to hers. âI think this is the box with our paints and rollers for the walls,â she said smiling and moving across the room shuffling between the different boxes and finally pulling out the little pocket knife from her back pocket she had been using to open boxes. â I made sure I got everything weâd need , the painting tape, tarp, rollers, pans, and of course the beige we said weâd paint the walls with the darker brown to accent with.â Her hands reached down into the box and she began unpacking it so they could begin.











