One thing about having an extremely tall boyfriend was the fact that his t-shirts were huge. She used to be nervous about this, but now Estella found no qualms in digging through Caden's top drawer for a shirt to wear as a pajama. When she was in her more playful moods, she usually had to mention once or twice about how much she loved wearing men's shirts, and---it was a nice, cozy thing, and it was intimate too, so there was that aspect of it all.
By the time Caden finished in the bathroom, Estella was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, against the pillows. Now, she was wide awake. By the looks of her boyfriend, he didn't seem to be, so she would lie down and all of that, but it was going to take her ages to get to sleep, and, hm.
It was really odd, not having to worry about work. Her studio was going to come down with its decision by Friday, and Estella found herself not worried about it. She knew that it would cause issues, but she liked the extra time at home, and found that it wasn't too drastic of a change. Maybe this is what her life would've been like if Jake hadn't died, perfect little housewife.
Her eyes lifted to Caden with a smile; though, she was quite happy with her situation right now. "See? No problem. Though I think your floo exit is...two hundred grates from mine. Give or take---it is hard to count while spinning."
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