So much had happened in the past seven months. It had been a whirlwind of falling for Kal, dealing her father's declining health, and having to face assuming control of the family business. Her relationship with Kale had suffered for it. It was the strangest, yet most satifying, feeling to actually be standing in his loft while movers carried most of her things inside.

Carrie Foster had never imagined she would be able to pull off opening a second location for the family business, let alone one on right in Boston. San Diego may have been her birthplace and was where her parents still lived, but it hadn't been home for years. Boston had that honor. The more she thought about it, the more she realized there was a reason she had remained here after college, working as a bartender and living off her trust fund instead of making something of herself. Her father had wanted her to come straight home and work for him, but she had put it off, claiming she wasn't ready for that responsibility.

If the past two months had told her anything, it was that she was more than ready. There were whispers around Foster Aircraft that little Caroline was already exceeding the expectations set by her father. Hell, she was even doing better than him by taking the initiative to begin negotiations with Wallach Industries for a merger (of sorts). Carrie liked to think of it as more of an exchange or a trade of favors.

An east coast presence was not only going to provide more jobs, but it was going to make them more known. Producing a line of aircraft for Wallach was hardly a bad deal for their assistance in securing locations for an office, manufacturing, and storage. Carrie, not even 29 years old, had accomplished more in two months than the entire board had in twenty years.

The times, they were a changing, so it was only fitting that her love life took a leap forward as well.

Complications aside, she and Kale had been together for over six months, though labels hadn't been added until a few months ago. Despite her relocation to San Diego and of not informing him of this change, they had worked through it. They had moved past the fact she'd left and what he had done to cope with that. They were more miserable apart than together, so it had only made sense to stay together. Distance, in their case, had made the heart grow fonder, until the promise of being near him again had helped push her to make the most important business decision of her life.

And it had paid off. Just two weeks after her return, he'd asked her to move in with him, and she hadn't even had to think about it before she said yes.

His loft was smaller than her apartment, but it also had the advantage of being more cozy and much closer to the new office. As box after box was carried inside, her hands rested on her hips as she stood watch, trying to figure out where everything was going to go. The bright side was that not everything needed to go, since she wasn't going to give up her apartment just yet. Only the necessities, and since that was clothes, shoes, and various pieces of furniture, it wasn't quite as overwhelming as she was making it out to be in her mind.

The day was a blur of unpacking and later celebrating their decision to move in together. Hours after the movers had finished, they were lying among a mess of boxes and strewn clothes with a sheet from one of the boxes covering them. Carrie tossed one of her flip flops at Kal's head when she noticed that he was drifting off to sleep.

"You can sleep when these boxes are empty, Roderick."

"But you're so good at doing the heavy lifting," he replied, as he tossed the shoe back at her.

"I can't believe you actually just said that." As she spoke, she threw it back at him, both of them grinning when she hit him square in the chest with it. "This was your idea," Carrie reminded as she got to her feet, offering him a hand to stand up with. Instead of taking it, he used it to pull her back to the ground, arms wrapping around her, and this caused Carrie to melt. As much as they could bicker, there was no place she'd rather be.

"I love you, you idiot," she whispered to him just before her lips met his. If living with him was going to be like this a majority of the time, she could get used to it.