Tate rushes me home, back to pack up our things, as he tells me we will be moving again tomorrow. I should be an expert at this now the amount of times I have done this in the last few weeks! But I can understand why we need to move. If the house is safer than the suite and easier to guard, then it would make sense if we lived there. Just wish we could wave a magic wand and have us already living there so we could miss having to do the packing and unpacking stages because I am really not up for doing all that all over again. Especially so soon after doing it to move in with Tate. Eurgh...
“So doll, do you want to do anything special for your birthday? Unfortunately, we are now restricted to things within pack. But there are still things we could do”, Tate says, wrapping his arms around
