Theo's POV
Slowly, I lead Laila to what will one day be our home. I can feel the butterflies building in my stomach; why am I so nervous about showing her an empty apartment? Because this is the place we will start our lives together.
I slowly open the door to the empty apartment, and Laila hesitantly walks through the door. She looks around, then turns back to me, looking confused. "Where are the things? The umm… Ummm… what did Mom call it? The sofa and the kitchen for food?" she asks.
"Well, I need to get those things. I've never had to decorate a place to live in, and I would love your help choosing a couch, curtains, and things. Do you think you would be able to help me with that?" I ask.
She has made a few decisions for herself, with minimal tears and panic. But each decision ha
