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“Yes, same.” Felicity waved.

Grace flopped down onto the sofa, swung her feet up, and leaned against Caz, who’s own legs were lounging, outstretched on the longer part of the L-shaped sofa.

“I’m glad we kept your sofa and not mine,” she said, sliding her arm around Grace.

“Yeah, it’s bigger and comfier. We should set the TV up.”

“I think we should finish our tea and then go up and finish the beds so that when we can’t do anything else, we can just fall into them,” Caz said, her fingers subconsciously rubbing up and down Grace’s forearm. “And then I’ll do the TV, and if we’re still awake, we can watch a film or something.”

“Can you believe we own a home?” Grace asked, before adding, “Together.”

“Sure beats renting those flats we had.”

Grace turned slightly. “You don’t have any regrets, do you?”

“Not one.” Caz smiled. “I get to spend all my time with my favourite person.”

“Sometimes I worry you’re going to miss out on intimacy and want something different.”

Caz didn’t say anything.

She’d be a liar if she said she hadn’t thought about it, long term. There’d been a lot of times in her life when being singlehad filled long periods, but someone had always come along to break the monotony and she’d enjoyed whatever sexual element had been offered.

“Only, I was thinking—”

“Can ya stop thinking about my sex life? The entire point of this is that we’ve made a commitment to one another and that’s not going to change.”

Grace turned back and settled against her again. “I just wanted to check, that’s all.”

Caz kissed the top of her head. “I know, and I’m grateful you care so much about the doings in my pants.”

“Shut up and don’t make it creepy.” Grace laughed.

“It’s not me that’s obsessed with me getting some action.” Caz squeezed her. “What about you? You not missing dating men and getting some? Those guys today were interested.”

“Ha, ‘til you shooed them off.”

“I didn’t—okay, I did…only cos it was inappropriate.”

Grace craned her neck to look up at her again. “Is that the only reason?”

“No,” Caz said firmly, “…we have to make sure the neighbours don’t get suspicious we’re not a couple like they are.” She swallowed down the last of her tea. “Right—beds, then film?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.” Grace sat up and watched as Caz bounced up onto her feet. “We should put some pictures up too. Make it feel like ours.”

“Good plan. You can do that while I figure out the TV stuff.”

Caz ran off and up the stairs. At the top, she leaned over the banister. “You look tired. I can do the beds if you want. Order a pizza and put your feet up.”

“I’m okay.” Grace yawned. “Alright, I am tired, but I can make a bed.” She grinned up at her and wearily climbed the stairs.

“It’s been a long day,” Caz said, pulling her close once more, and this time holding tight. Grace’s arms slid around her waist.

“Are you sure you don’t want the bigger room?”

“I’m sure. You’ve got way more stuff than me,” Caz said, remembering how many cases and bags of clothes came up.

“But the baby’s room is—”