“I know that, but . . .”
I don’t know how to accept this. I know how much a mattress costs. It’s why I’ve held off a little bit, because the other things in the house were more pressing. You would think that considering who I’m married to that money wouldn’t be an issue, but when you haven’t worked in four years, it changes your personal financial situation.
However, I’ll pull more from my inheritance to cover this.
Everett huffs a laugh. “No, I don’t want your money. Now can you get the door for me? Let’s get the old mattress out first.”
“Everett . . .”
“Violet, please get the door.”
Right.
I open the door, and we head up to the newly painted bedroom. Everett takes a second, looking around the space. “This color is great in here.”
“Thanks to you.”
“I think the only thing I can take credit for is that you’re still not painting it by hand with a brush.”
I sigh. I grab all the pillows, blankets, and sheets off the bed, tossing them in the corner. “I’ll never live that down, will I?”
“Probably not. Grab that side.” He points to the top of the mattress.
I get ahold of it, and when Everett goes to grab his side, one of the coils nearly pops out. “Jesus, you slept on this?”
“The bed in my old room had a weird smell, so I figured this was a better risk.”
He shakes his head and mutters something under his breath, but I don’t catch what he said.
We get the old mattress out and the new one in without any issues.
Everett stands against the doorjamb as I finish adding back the pillows.
“You know you only have one head, right?” he asks as I arrange the lumbar one.
“Yes, I am aware of that.”
“Okay, so why the thirty-two pillows?”
I roll my eyes. “I have six.”
“Okay, same point applies.”
“It makes the bed look pretty.”
He grins. “I see.”
Men never understand these things. There is something about getting in a made bed that looks inviting and comfortable. Also, I needed the pillows to help with the errant springs, but I guess that won’t be a problem now.
I sit on the bed and smile. “Thank you for this.”
He steps into the room a little more. “Is it comfortable?”
“I hope so,” I say, not having a clue whether it is, but no matter what, it’s better than what I had.
“Test it.”
I pull my lower lip between my teeth and then flop back. Oh, it’s heavenly. The bed has no lumps or sharp metal pieces jutting out. There is a plush pillow top attached to it, and it seems to just cocoon me perfectly. I roll back and forth and sigh.
