I thought about it and realised Aideen was right. Moving was just stressing me out, but once it was done, it would be over and I could get to enjoying Alec at a leisurely pace.

“You have no idea how much better you made me feel,” I breathed.

Aideen reached over and rubbed my shoulder. “I'm glad, I hate seein' you upset.”

I lightly smiled. “I know, but the weight of me worry just faded away thanks to you.”

Aideen was silent for a moment until she said, “Now we just have to deal with your nightmares.”

My hands tensed around the steering wheel of my car. “Can we not talk about that, please?”

“Fine,” Aideen reluctantly said, “but now that we know Bronagh is in the same boat as you, you have to talk to her.”

“I will,” I said firmly.

Satisfied, Aideen nodded her head once then turned and looked out the car window.

I already made a decision to speak to Bronagh about my nightmares back in my apartment. When she admitted she suffers from nightmares too, I felt... overwhelmed with relief. I was so relieved I wasn't on my own, and what went on in my head wasn't me losing my mind, but the effects of my past playing horrible tricks on it.

“I don't mean to bring this back up, but when are you goin' to tell Alec you don't wanna get married for a few years?” Aideen asked me.

My stomach churned at the thought.

I exhaled. “Whenever the time is right.”

I had to wait until the perfect moment to unload this on Alec—he was a complex person and unless I worded things correctly he would take my feelings the wrong way and things could go horribly for us.

“I just need some time. I have to sort out me own head first,” I murmured.

Aideen put her hand on my shoulder. “I've got your back.”

I glanced to her and smiled.

Having friends like her got me through the tough times, hopefully the only times ahead for Alec and I are good times. God knows we could use more good times in our life. We've had a past full of bad ones.

“Can you believe the size of this place?” Aideen shouted from the kitchen of mine and Alec's new house.

Her voice echoed.

I chuckled as I placed a picture of Aideen and myself on the sitting room wall. I was perfectly fine on my little stepladder, but Alec was apparently afraid I would fall and hurt myself so he took it upon himself to stand behind me and hold onto my hips. His hands occasionally slipped though.

“That's me arse, Playboy,” I said as I adjusted the frame on the wall.

Alec squeezed my behind. “And what a perfect ass it is.”

I snorted. “Give it a rest.”

Alec gave my arse one more squeeze, then slid his hands up to my hips.

“Is this straight?” I asked him.

He took a step back then to the left and observed the picture. “Yep.”

“Great. One down, a million more to go.”

Alec smiled wide.

Smiling was all he seemed to do since we arrived at our new house. We had been here with the gang the last three hours. It was sometime after five in the evening, and the majority of our boxes were completely unpacked. Having so many people to help out sped everything up, we all moved ten times faster.

Bronagh and Branna unboxed the bathroom boxes and put everything in the en-suite in mine and Alec's master bedroom. We'd have to buy more bathroom stuff though because each of the bedrooms had an en-suite, and then there was a bathroom on the bottom floor of the house for any guests who came to our house.

There was so much space that I didn't know what to do with myself.

I wasn't alone though. Storm had no idea what to do when Alec brought him inside. At first he tried to mark his territory, but Alec's shout kept the piss inside him. He then settled on rolling his body over every square inch of the floor, and walls, in each room. He rubbed himself all over the sitting room, the hallway, the kitchen, and the downstairs bathroom. Now he was sleeping in his bed in the kitchen, exhausted from his antics.

“Everything we brought with us is unpacked, and the place still looks empty.”

Alec slapped my behind. “So go shopping.”

I stepped down off the stepladder and turned to face him. “Don't say it like that, you know I'm broke.”

Alec groaned, “Please don't start this again. My money is your money.”

“But it's not. It's just your money,” I argued.

Alec pinched the bridge of his nose. “We're engaged, we share things now.”

“I don't care if we're married and have fifty kids, you can't convince me that all your wealth is now mine. I don't feel right about it. Just wait until I start earnin' money so I feel like I'm contributin', okay?”

Alec was staring at me. “Fifty kids, what the fuck do you think I am?”

I surprisingly burst out laughing and shoved Alec who was grinning at me.

“Fine, I understand what you mean. You want to contribute, and don't want to depend on me for everything.”

I hugged him. “Yes, exactly.”

Thank God he got it. Finally.

We got back to sorting our things out around the house. An hour later my phone rang as I was in the middle of pushing a cushion into its cover. I needed a break, my arms were hurting from the surprisingly difficult task.

“Hello?” I asked when I answered my phone.

“Well if it isn't my future sister-in-law.”

A smile lit up my face as I said, “Damien!”

Damien's rich laughter flowed through the receiver of my phone and warmed my heart.

“How are you, Kay?” he asked.

I sat on the floor of my half empty sitting room and crisscrossed my legs, over one another. “I'm hangin' in there. It's movin' day for us, I'm in the new house.”

Noise came from Damien's end of the phone then it went away as he cleared his throat. “Sorry, damn street races. What were you saying?”

I smiled. “I said I'm in the new house, it's movin' day.”

Damien chuckled. “Is my big brother still alive?”

I gasped. “Of course, why wouldn't he be?”

“Because Alec doesn't take a lot of things seriously. I have a strong feeling he is making moving houses a bit more difficult for you.”

He had no idea.

I snorted. “He actually hasn't been too bad. He won a bet so he is actually pretty happy and keeping to his own company.”

“A bet?” Damien asked, a smile sounding through his tone. “What were the terms?”

“Boys against girls, whoever packed up their sections and got the boxes into the moving van first, won. Us girls lost... but we went down fightin'.” I smirked.

I imagined Damien shaking his head as he laughed.

“What did you and the girls do to try and prevent my brothers from winning?” he asked.

I blinked. “Why do you think we did somethin'—”

“Keela,” Damien cut me off, his voice knowing.

I giggled. “We used our bodies to... distract them from completing their task before we completed ours. We were very successful.”

Damien's laughter at the other end made me smile, but the gasp of horror behind me didn't go a miss.

“You cheating little bitch! I knew it!”

Uh-oh.

I looked over my shoulder and gnawed on my inner cheek when the pissed off form of my fiancé came into my line of vision.

“Hey baby.” I innocently smiled.

“Don't you 'Hey baby' me. You cheated, Keela... and you lied about it!” Alec snapped as he stomped over and stood in front of me.

I had to lie back on the ground so I could look up at him without hurting my neck.

“It wasn't cheatin', not really. We didn't physically do anythin' to halt your process of packin', apart from us havin' sex, we just—”

“Got us so hard we couldn't see straight let alone pack fucking boxes.”

That sounded about right.

“He sounds mad,” Damien’s voice whispered in my ear.