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You were hesitant to ask for help at first. Most people hate helping with moves and things like that. This wasn't such a big deal (though still basically work) but DK always assured you that you could rely on him for help.
“Do you think you could come over and help me replace my bed frame?” you asked one day on the phone.
“Are you finally getting a hammock?”
You laughed. “No, baby, I'm not getting a hammock. I told you I don't sleep as well in them.”
“That’s just because we haven't found the right hammock for you.”
“I already got the new bed frame I just need your help building it and taking the old one out to the dumpsters”
“OH YEAH that sounds like a job for DK baby doll don't you worry! Your man is on his way!”
You weren't exactly expecting him to come immediately, but judging by the shuffling on the line, there wouldn't be any arguing. (Not that you were complaining.) You smiled to yourself. “See you soon baby.”
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As usual he greeted you with a big warm bear gorilla hug as if he hadn't just seen you a few days ago. He smiled down at you with sparkling brown eyes that always had a way of quieting all the other noise around you.
“How’s my girl?” he asked sweetly.
“Better now with you here. You ready to be useful?”
“For you? Always, baby! Use me!” he teased and waggled his eyebrows, causing you to blush and bump him with your shoulder.
You had never seen a man so excited to move furniture. He hefted your mattress with one arm and an overdramatic grunt to show off as he moved it out of the room, but his favorite part was throwing out your old busted bedframe. (Why was it busted? That’s a story for another day.)
You, of course, never had to lift a finger. Your job was to be his cheerleader— a position you gladly took up, praising his efforts and swooning at his bulging muscles. It came naturally, really. Your boyfriend was hot as hell. As far as you were concerned he deserved to flaunt it.
He was able to take the frame down the five flights to the trash by himself, and then it was time to build.
“Have you ever built furniture before, actually?” you asked as he ripped into the thick cardboard like it was paper.
“Uhhh… no. But how hard can it be?”
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Twenty minutes later, you and DK sat with wooden slats split into piles on the floor, separating screws and reviewing the instructions. DK had to put on his glasses to inspect them, assuring you he had it all under control.
You watched him squinting at the diagrams and comparing to a laughably small baggie of screws in his giant hand and felt such a rush of affection for your sweet boyfriend.
“Hey,” you called softly.
DK looked up at you over his glasses, arching an eyebrow in question.
“I love you.”
He smiled wide and it made your heart even warmer. “Love you too, baby doll.”