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Raspberry Girl

Added 2025-05-06 20:16:05 +0000 UTC

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“I don’t… I don’t know. This is stressing me out.”

The box in front of you is labeled ‘kitchen’ and you’re staring at it like there’s a bomb inside.

“Good job with your rule baby. What don’t you know?”

“This… the appliances and everything… where do I put it? I don’t want to move your stuff and I don’t want to take up too much space I…” His hands cover yours, thumbs moving in methodical circles across your skin. You’re overwhelmed. You’ve been on the brink all day, dialed down after he took over packing up your apartment, now ramping back up as you try to unpack it and put it away.

“Would it help if I did it?” Your lower lip trembles, and you nod.

“Yes. Please.”

“Okay.” He kisses your forehead, wiping away one of the fat tears falling down your cheek. “It’s alright. Go upstairs, get in the bath, and relax. I’ll take care of everything that’s left.” You already did your clothes and personal items, things brought over from your bedroom and closets, but the rest of it is too much. You’ve deliberated everything, and he’s proud of you for making so many decisions, making his house your home, but you’re getting tired, and anxious. “It’s okay, go on baby.” You sniffle, turning in his arms to rest your cheek on his chest with a sigh.

“Thank you daddy.”