DjWiFi and the prompt is "First Home"
“It’s smaller than I remember…did it shrink since the last time we’ve been here?”
Nino glanced over at his tired wife, who was slumped against him, her thick hair tied back in a high ponytail as she fanned herself with a makeshift fan.
“It only looks smaller because all our crap is in here now.” He pointed out. He watched as Alya’s brow furrowed.
“Oh…I guess so.” She glanced around, frowning. “Why the hell do we have so much junk?” She asked for what seemed like the fiftieth time since they’d started packing two months ago. Nino laughed, leaning over to kiss the furrow from her brow.
“Just wait–tomorrow we get to unpack all this junk.”
Alya groaned and slumped lower, looking completely done.
“Think we could bribe Adrien and Marinette to help us again tomorrow?”
“I don’t know; they seemed pretty exhausted after today. This might just be up to us, babe.”
“Ugh. Moving sucks.”
“Yeah, kinda does,” Nino admitted. He smiled at the bare walls around them, surrounded by boxes and boxes and boxes. “But you know what? It’s nice to have a place that’s just ours now.”
Alya sighed again, but Nino peeked over in time to see the slow smile creeping across her face.
“Our first home,” she agreed, fingers grasping Nino’s and giving them a squeeze. Nino’s smile warmed, and he squeezed her hand in return.
“Yeah…and hopefully we won’t have to do this moving crap again for another few years.”
A comfortable silence fell…until Alya sat up, sending a mischievous glance her husband’s way.
“Wanna christen our bedroom?”
“Race you,” Nino announced, scrambling to his feet to sprint to the bedroom, Alya’s laughter chasing him the whole way.