Every time you make a move

Moving In

"Is-Is that my hair?! That's off of my old nightgown!" She tried to stop his hands that were grabbing the small mementoes and tokens.

He looked down, cheeks burning.

"Are these... memories and treasures?" She picked up a small tooth and guitar pick.

"Well, do you think I use it for voodoo or something?" He shot back up and went to sit on the bed.

She giggled softly and gathered up what she could, "Oh love... why didn't you show me this before?"

He rolled away from her, "Because anyone would think it's a silly idea!"

"It's not silly! It's sweet and sentimental." She sat down and tapped his shoulder to try make him budge.

"Monica, what kind of man cuts hair off of the girl he loves when she's sleeping?!" He crossed his arms as she put each thing back in a compartment at random.

"You did it when I was asleep? Awww, Freddie!!" She giggled and swung the lid closed.

"Well, would you like to wake up next to a man looming above you with scissors? I think not." He murmured.

"Why did you do it?" She asked gently, rubbing his back.

"...I wanted something to remember you by... it was the first time I was going to be away from you." He rolled back over and faced her.

"How do you smuggle it past customs?"

"I only take it to Europe, not America or Australia."

"But those are geographically further away from me," She gently set the box down beside him and rolled onto his chest, "You're going to have to tell me the fascinating story behind each object in this box."

He sat up and took it off her, "Alright, just let me arrange it in its original chronological order."

She watched as he took out each object and placed them as he'd wanted, and Phoebe interrupted with a knock on the bedroom door.

"This was in the twins' nursery box. Where do you want to stick it?" He held up their animal themed bed mobile

"Oh, I'll put it up, Feebs." Monica sat up and took it out of his hands.

"Hey, don't you want to see what's in my box?" Freddie stopped her arm.

She simply patted his head and nodded, "Maybe tonight when we're a bit more settled."

He grumbled and opened his bedside drawer, "I suppose you're right."

She made her way to their nursery as they played with a crumpled sheet of bubble wrap on the corridor carpet with such fascination.

"Phoebe, please watch that they don't suffocate on that." She instructed as she lifted the stepladder off the wall.

He nodded and gently pried it away as they both looked up confused, "Alright you two, you can play with smaller amounts of that later."

"Don't give them any of that dreadful stuff. The noise will do our heads in." Freddie appeared, then rummaged through an open box of their toys and handed them each something to play with.

Monica propped the ladder in the centre of the room, in between their cots, the part of the room where she thought the bed mobile would be perfect from above, "How about around here, Freddie?"

"Whatever, dearie. I'm leaving the little things primarily up to you." Freddie sighed and sat down in the nursery chair at the corner of the room. Rushing up and down, back and forth around the new house was making him exhausted, and he needed to take a breather.