A moment of heavy silence filled the room. Had I spoken prematurely? What made me think that just because I was ready for cohabitation that Bryan was, too?
I stared at the trinkets that decorated the shelves of my bedroom and felt Bryan’s hand cup the flesh of my tummy.
“Wow,” his word cut through the tension. “So it appears the ball is in my court.” He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck, and spooned me in just a bit tighter. He was absolutely right. Though I’m certain neither of us would change a thing about the pace of our relationship, he’s always been a step or two ahead of me. “At some point, Charlotte. I can’t say when, but it’s the natural progression. Of course I’d like to move in… when I’m ready.”
I had spent so much time obsessing over whether or not I was ready for such a big step, I hadn’t given much weight to the idea that maybe Bryan wasn’t yet.
I’m okay with this. The last thing I want is to rush into a move or do anything in haste where this relationship is concerned. I have learned the art of patience over the years–with myself and with partners who were just not ready to commit. But Bryan has told me time and time again that he imagines a future with me and he’s just as excited about this prospect as I am. For the first time, I don’t feel any doubt about where we stand as couple and that thought alone reassures me.
With the ball now in his court, I can relax a bit. The hardest part was letting go and saying the words out loud. Now that they’ve already been spoken, I’ll sit back and continue to enjoy the lifestyle I’ve grown so accustomed to over the years. Dance parties at 2am. Watching reruns of Real Housewives of Atlanta. Making an egg-and-cheese in the morning (a breakfast that likely would turn his little vegan stomach). I’m not too upset that I get to indulge in these activities for a little while longer.
I’ll gladly take him in… when he’s ready.