Chapter 13 - First Home
Aubrey loved moments like this, tangled up in the sheets on a Saturday morning with no plans or anything to do. These moments were rare and today's was the first of many rare moments in their new home. With the wedding three months away, she knew they would be busy making arrangements, finalizing plans, and dealing with the drama that was bound to ensue, but for today, they were alone in their new home without a worry in the world. She vowed to keep it that way, refusing to let what happened the previous day ruin their newfound freedom. While she loved living with Chloe and, even though she would never admit it out loud, enjoyed becoming closer to Beca, nothing could prepare her for the way it felt to wake up in their bedroom in their house together. The past day had been a whirlwind of movers, furniture arranging, and unpacking, but by nine that night, they managed to get everything into their home. They were so tired they crumbled into bed after a quick shower and curled up together, falling asleep within minutes. She could feel Stacie begin to stir beside her and smiled when her fiancée snuggled closer to her as she slowly woke up. Aubrey kissed her forehead and pulled her closer.
"Morning, baby," whispered Aubrey and Stacie sighed contently.
"Morning, what time is it?"
"Ten, we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do," she asked with a smile since she already knew the answer.
"You mean besides you," asked Stacie and Aubrey shook with mirth.
"Besides me."
"Nothing," mumbled Stacie as she nuzzled her neck.
"Sounds good to me. Tonight, we can order takeout and watch Dr. Who," suggested Aubrey, causing Stacie to grin even more.
"Who is the nerd now, babe," teased Stacie.
"Still you, but you have rubbed off on me a bit."
"Speaking of rubbing off," said Stacie as she rolled on top of her and slid her thigh between Aubrey's, getting a giggle out of the blonde.
"Ready to christen the bedroom," teased Aubrey and Stacie smirked as she peppered kisses on her collarbone.
"And the shower, and the kitchen, and the living room….I wonder how sturdy the desk is in the office." Aubrey bit her lip as she sighed happily.
"I love you so much," she whispered as she gazed into Stacie's eyes and Stacie began stroking her hair.
"I love you too. I can't believe I get you for the rest of my life. You and me forever, no matter what, Bree," assured Stacie and Aubrey cupped her face, sensing the concern in her tone.
"I am fine, baby."
"That's what I am worried about."
"I am serious, Stace. I know I shouldn't be, but I am. He doesn't get to take away my happiness anymore. He does have impeccable timing though," she admitted and Stacie shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't believe he just called you out of the blue like that."
"Elijah Harrington's son was killed in combat last week. Apparently, it got him to thinking about family."
"Jesus," whispered Stacie as she rested her forehead on Aubrey's shoulder.
"Yep."
"I know you said we don't have to talk about it now, but what do you want to do?" They lay in silence as Aubrey mulled over the question and her options and Stacie waited patiently, playing with a strand of Aubrey's hair all the while.
"Nothing, not yet anyways, I don't want to drop everything just because he finally contacted me. That isn't fair to me or you. I love my life and I am so happy right now. I came to terms a while ago that my father wouldn't be walking me down the aisle and I am not just going to drop everything because he decided to pencil me into his schedule. Today is about you and me and our beautiful home, our beautiful future together. What happens with my father can wait," assured Aubrey and Stacie smiled adoringly at her.
"You are so amazing, Bree," she said before tenderly kissing her. Aubrey nuzzled her neck and smiled.
"That is only because I have you in my life. I never imagined being this happy, Stace. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Now, how about we start our morning off right with a nice, hot shower in our new bathroom," she suggested and Stacie bit her lip with a seductive smile.
"I love the way you think, baby," she giggled and rolled out of bed as she held her hand out to her fiancée. Aubrey laced their fingers together and kissed the top of her hand as they headed toward their bathroom. In that moment, all that mattered was them and she knew it would be the first of many long showers they shared in their home.
AN: The End! I hope you enjoyed all the Staubrey love! Should there be more "firsts"? Which one was your favorite? Let me know what you think and feel free to share some firsts you would love to see if there are more in the future. Thanks for reading!