Carmella's P.O.V

I walk in a furniture store with Ryder looking for kitchen and living room stuff. The two bathrooms and bedroom are already done, so we just have the main area left. Ryder and I both look at the same fridge decifering if we should take this one. "Well, I think that it's the best one." He says, I nod in agreement and he smiles as we add it to the list.

"Okay all we need now is a sofa, loveseat, coffee pot, two rugs, three couch pillows, and a box of firewood." I say, he smiles and turns to me and wraps his arms around my waist. " In about one more week our house will finally be done. And we can be cozy and comfy." I nod and kiss him, then he pulls back and we walk away from our future fridge.
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9 days later...

Ryder and I plummet on the couch in our pajamas by the fire. Even though it's the end of February it doesn't matter, we live in San Francisco and it gets unbearably cold here at times. "So, should we make dinner, order something, or have some snacks?" I ask him. "Umm, let's make something of our own. It'll make some memories, our first meal in our first house together." "Okay, let's get up." We sit for a moment preparing ourselves untill Ryder gets up and picks me up off the couch. I feel taller as his strong arms hold all my body weight, I wrap my legs around him trying not to fall.

Then he lowers himself and sets me down as I feel my feet meet with the cold wood. "Thanks!" I say with a huge grin, he nods and opens the fridge taking out mozzarella, cheddar, pepperoni, pre made dough, olives, and butter. "Omg! Homade pizza? How, how did I get the best boyfriend ever?!" I shout, "by meeting me in a hallway after I was locked out my room." He says, "well that's true but I meant like-." "You know what nevermind let's just make some pizza." I say, he laughs and open the dough and stretches it out.

He spreads it on the pan, and ladels some tomatoe on top and smears it. I hold the mozzarella in my hand and rub it against the grater as a pile of cheese starts to form, half of it white mozzerella, half of it sharp orange cheddar. I grab a hand full and sprinkle it on top of the pizza and Ryder grabs a handful as well evenly distributing it to certain spots.  Then we add the toppings and pop it into the hot oven. "Okay in twenty minutes we will have a fresh homade pizza." I smile and we sit at the table and he drinks a beer and I drink a cup of root beer. "So, what do you think of our place?" Ryder asks happily, "it's nice, it's gonna take some getting used to though, but I can be okay with that." I say.

"So are you sleeping on the couch or bed?" I ask Ryder, "well I'll take the couch tonight and let you have a bed." "Okay sounds good." The smell of freshly made doe and grease wafts in the air and makes me smile. "Oh wow, that smells good." Ryder says, I nod and take anotger sip of the root beer through the neon pink straw. Ryder's large university sweatshirt covers me down to my butt, I smell it reminiscing over the cologne smell and some of it smelling like pineapple upside down cake from when he made it a month ago.

"Passion fruit?" "What? That was random." "No that's your nickname. Since your so passionate but sweet like a fruit." I say, "oh." "Then yah?" He asks, "is the pizza done?" "No, ten more minutes. Sorry firefly, but will a kiss make you feel better?" He asks, I nod and he walks to me and bends down giving me a kiss as I sit in the chair. His soft lips mesh with mine and he places his hand on my cheek. Then pulls away, "better?" He asks, "better." I reply, he straightens up and walks over to the oven and leans against a counter by it.

His eyes search the room and I get up walking to him and wrap my arms around him and he does the same to me. "Passion fruit, can I ask you something?" "Yes fire fly?" "If I only had one week to live, how'd you spend it?" I ask, "only with you every hour, second, just with you. And I'd make that week feel like a year." He says, I smile. "Just wondering, you're so sweet." I say, then go on the tips of my toes and kiss him, he kisses back and holds me tighter and closer. Then the oven beeps and he lets go, he opens it up and takes it out and sets it down wincing in pain and closes the oven.

"Did you burn yourself?" I ask, he nods and I walk him to the bathroom and have him sit on top of the toilet. I get the first aid kit out and look at the wound seeing a gash. I get a cloth add hot water and clean up the blood, then a cotton swab and dip it in alchol. "This will sting a bit." I warn then rub the cut with it and throw away the swab. Finally I put some Vaseline and a band aid, he smiles and looks into my eyes. I see his dialating and feel my cheeks burn up. He gets up and we walk to the kitchen and I each set a slice of pizza on our plate and we sit down at the round glass table and eat.

The greasy, acidic, and doey goodness all compliments eachother and makes my tastebuds satisfied. We scarf down some more and put away the leftovers, he lays on the couch with a cover and I kiss his head.

"Goodnight passion fruit."

"Goodnight firefly."

And with that I walk to the room and lay in the covers closing my eyes.