Page 29 of Indigo

“Hey…” I greet them, confused as to what the hell is happening right now.

“Out the way, Blue, this shit’s heavy,” Pax says, jerking his head to the side, gesturing for me to move.

I open the door wider and step aside, watching as they all pile into the house, placing boxes down in the living room and then exiting the same way they came in, only to appear moments later with even bigger boxes.

“Oh, good,” Mum says from the doorway to the kitchen, Paisley standing beside her with an amused look on her face. “Pax has it covered, I see. I’ll just focus on the décor side of things then.” And with that said, she goes back to her phone.

Having no clue what she’s talking about, I look down at the boxes and realise they’re all labelled things like,bed frame box 1, TV cabinet box 3, dining table legs.

What in the fuck…

“I thought you said you’d be another half hour?” Paisley calls over Mum’s shoulder to Jagger, who’s placing a box down beside me.

“Ahead of schedule it seems,” he replies, winking at her before turning his attention to me. “Long time no see, stranger,” he says, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

A noise comes from the corner of the room, and I look over to see Pax standing there, his eyes zeroed in Jagger's hand.

I ignore him and look back up at Jagger. “Too long. Jag. I’m, um, I’m sorry for…”

Jagger and I were never as close as Paisley and him, but we were friends, and I was a bitch for ignoring him the way I did. I pulled back because he reminded me of Pax. I didn’t respond to his messages because I just… needed distance. That was a shitty thing to do.

He nods and gives me a knowing smile. “Got plenty of time to make up for that now, don’t we? Refrain from ghosting me again and you and I will be just fine, lady.”

Relief washes over me. “Yeah,” I agree. “Plenty of time.” I lean into his chest as he places his hand on my upper back, ushering me forward.

“Right, well, if you’re about done,” Pax interjects, making the other guys crowding the living room break into fits of laughter. “We’ve got another load to pick up.”

“Another load?” I ask, turning around, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he’s just filled my living room with boxes of furniture.

“We’ll fight about it later,” he says dismissively before walking over to us and literally moving me away from Jagger.

He leans down, kisses my head, and then he’s gone.

The guys following behind him before I can say another word.

I look back at Mum and Paisley, who are watching the show. They both shrug when I look around and then back at them, widening my eyes as if to say, ‘what the fuck?’

“I’ll make more coffee,” Paisley offers, spinning on her heel.

“I’ll get more tools,” Mum says a second later, walking past me, still scrolling through her phone, only half paying attention to the direction she’s going in.

So, no one is going to say anything about the fact that Pax just fully furnished my new place?

That’s just a normal thing, is it?

-9-

PAXTON

AS I WALK UP THErickety stairs of Indie’s place as the sun goes down, I almost fall the fuck over, tripping on a stray nail hanging out of the rotting wood.

I make a mental note to replace the entire thing before she hurts herself falling through it, trying to get into the house.

Pushing open the front door, I stop in my tracks when I spot my girl and Paisley sound asleep on the living room floor, some of the furniture I dropped off earlier assembled, and the boxes they came in thrown around the house haphazardly. If I hadn’t had to go into work when I did, I would have had this all done, and I’d hoped she’d just leave it for me to complete when I came back.

Indie’s black tights are covered in dirt and dust, and there are two large holes in her oversized baby pink t-shirt.

“Stubborn woman,” I whisper as I step forward, pick her up from the floor, and cradle her against my chest. She must be fucking exhausted ‘cos she doesn’t stir, only lets out a content little sigh and buries her face into my chest, breathing in deep and relaxing further in my arms, as if my scent is somehow comforting.

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