2: Millie

She held her hand close to her chest and moved in closer to her young dumb husband. The house was awful, outside was awful, but it was also adventurous. The second floors of the house had no boarding, it's ground was just dirt, at least Grey's father had the decency to lay down a long dark blue water cover, no good it smelt bad, and when it would rain it would surely be awful. Who would make a two story house with no floor on the bottom? The main thing that catch her eyes was the very near by swamp, it seemed like it rained a while ago so it would be much thicker and more alive when it was near a water session. Millie looked out the doorway to what could be called a living room, she watched the swamp. "Eh, this is fun, I'm guessing you'll make this living room look better? Because I can't even walk in here barefoot." "I'm not dealing with this, no way Grey, you'll take on down stares and I'll do upstairs, until you get a job at least but... We'll probably be done by then." Millie looked up to him. "There's only so much we can do, it's not like we have the money to." She frowned and looked back to the swamp, now if they ever did have a kid... "Let's see about upstairs, I remember it being better up there." Grey stole her hand away from her and dragged her from the doorway and they walked up the surprisingly ferm stairs. There Millie opened up a closet and was hit with a large amount of junk, blankets books box and such, random junk as I said, she pushed it back in deciding she'd look through it later. Then they came to the bedroom, it was pleasant, thick with blankets and pillows, the things he used to keep himself warm but he needed it little given the temperature daily. The room was a dark grayish green and sickly brown, the window shun orangeish yellow light into the room and it catch the edges of the pair. It just came to her that she and him would be sleeping in a recently dead man's bed. Could the still smell him? Well she never met Grey's father, in fact she wasn't sure if he known she existed. "Grey." She said quietly. "Can we sleep downstairs tonight?" She turned over to him and he catch her eyes. "I'll lay blankets out, and we- Oh! There's no WiFi here is there?" Grey eye's widened and he pulled his cell phone out and lit it on, and indeed, no internet. "Damnit! I hadn't thought of that before..." "Oh, I hadn't thought of that, I was going to say we could listen to a podcast to fall asleep, but that's no good now. God..." Grey shrugged and looked out the window and rubbed the glass with his finger across it and when he pulled it back to himself he saw dirt on his hand. "I think we'll be doing this all day so we won't be in town tonight, yeah let's sleep downstairs before it rains soon, tomorrow I'll start asking around for work but you know how long that'll take." He turned to her with a laughing look, a youthful grin on his face. "I'm going out to the bathroom in the yard, trust me I remember it, you won't get used to it." And with that he bent down and kissed her, then left down the stairs, just then Millie realized how loud the stairs where.

While Grey patterns about downstairs cleaning up old messes and planning out just how much it's cost to buy enough wood to make a floor, Millie started unpacking out of the car and their small suit cases. Her mother was not happy they where moving father away from her, Millie's mom had always been a little too close to her so moving away from Virginia for even a while was hard, but seeing how little they could take with them made Millie understand the worry a little better. They took very little food and water, mostly canned stuff but they had worked off that before that was no issue. They brought bedding, a old laptop that was much loved by Millie since early middle school. Two hard drives, clothing which took up all of Grey's bag for both of them. Some small well loved items, in the back of their car they only took from their old 'joint' a chair from Grey's grandmother on his mom's side, a desk, a lovely lampshade that shows color in pink, and lastly two pillows they accidentally stole from a apartment three years ago. Oh, and of course, their old dark brown rifle, the one gift Grey ever gotten from his dad, he kept it everywhere. Most important to Millie out of everything was two tiny boxes stashed away at the bottom of her bag, two pregnancy tests. She didn't think she's get pregnant in the time they'd be spending their, but she took them along just in case. Both of them have been tested many times to see why a baby just wasn't happening, but they both seemed normal by all means. Millie frowned looking at her bag with her tests inside and leaned against the car looking out back at the swamp. She was very unhappy about the whole thing, it made her days seem a lot more gray and Millie herself seem a lot more useless as a person. It didn't feel right to her that so many people got children they didn't even want, while her and Grey wanted at least one so badly but could not have any. Maybe those people where just the unknowingly lucky ones and they weren't. Or maybe God didn't think they made the cut to be parents. But how bad would they have to be that Grey's father, a man worth less then pebbles and dirt could be allowed to be a dad and not even appreciate it and take that unearned privilege too his grave, while Grey himself could not enjoy something he actually wanted and to Millie deserved?

Millie leaned off the car and pulled the last thing out of the car, shutting it closed with a little relief, this break from normal everyday was good, they always needed a break from the everyday it seemed. Unfortunately Millie did not know this, but that same night while they'd sleep it'd start pouring, their very first tropical storm they'd weather together here.