This was half-written in my notes and I had no intention to finish it, but after I saw @theeccentricbibliophile’s IKEA comment, I just had to 😂 (Also, this is my 500th post!)



Don’t Quit Your Day Job

Denise sat on the floor at the far end of her bedroom with the instruction manual for her new bed frame in hand, trying her best not to snicker. It was an incredibly rare and amusing sight; Ethan Ramsey with a power drill in hand, looking utterly clueless.

Ethan had not been Denise’s first choice to help assemble her bed frame, nor was he her second or third. Though she knew he was an intelligent and capable man, she believed without a shadow of a doubt that he was not a man who assembled his own furniture; his multimillion dollar penthouse apartment overlooking the bay could attest to that. It was Bryce that Denise wanted to ask, mostly because he had a bit of a reputation when it came to assembling IKEA furniture. But she was in a relationship, so there was a rule: ask the boyfriend, not the best friend.

There was a smug smirk on Denise’s face when Ethan narrowed his eyes at the metal piece in his hand. She didn’t need to hear him to know he was muttering cuss words under his breath.

“What does the manual say about this piece?” He looked over at her, holding up the strange metal piece. “Where is it meant to go?”

“Hm…” Denise studied the piece intently, tilting her head. “Hold on.” She looked back down at the manual, lips pursed as she perused. Ethan sat patiently, glancing between the piece in his hand and Denise. After a couple minutes, she looked up at him shrugging. “Beats me.”

“For the love of god.” He chuckled wearily, pinching his nose bridge. “Denise…” She pressed her lips together, struggling not to giggle at how frustrated she was making him. “You cannot answer my questions with ‘beats me’ when you’ve got the manual in your hand.”

“I don’t recognize the piece!“

“Rookie.” He mocked and got to his feet, dodging loose pieces on her bedroom floor as he made his way over to her.

“I never claimed to be anything other than.”

“Give me that.” He snatched the manual from her hands then settled on the floor behind her, his long legs on either side of hers.

“It’s okay to admit defeat, Ethan. I mean I did, it’s why I asked you.” She leaned back against him and rested her cheek against his bearded face.

“You didn’t even try, Denise.” He heard her giggle and smiled as he studied the manual, absentmindedly draping his arm around her waist. “Well, it looks like that metal piece belongs to…the joint? No, that doesn’t look like- Or perhaps it’s- Hm…” He hummed with pursed lips.

“Perhaps I should ask someone else to help me, hm?” She planted a kiss on his jawline as he emitted a quiet chuckle, tossing the manual aside. “We’ve been at this for hours and we still haven’t made any progress. I would like a bed to sleep in tonight, not just a mattress on the floor.”

“You could come spend the night with me in my bed, just don’t expect to get much sleep.” His smirk could be felt against the nape of her neck. “I’ll admit that my hands are incapable of assembling your new bed frame. But at least they’re perfectly capable of providing you with mind blowing or-” Denise turned and slapped her hand over Ethan’s mouth, just as Sienna poked her head into the room.

“Dinner’s ready if- Oh, dear.” The face Sienna made was deafening. Denise burst into laughter whereas Ethan rested his forehead against her shoulder with a defeated sigh. “There are a lot of pieces still scattered on the ground.”

“There are,” Denise nodded.

“But hasn’t it been…like- hours?”

“It has,” Denise nodded again. “Three, to be exact.” The women were giggling now. “It turns out Ethan Ramsey isn’t good at everyth-ing!” She squirmed, laughing, when Ethan poked her side.

“I can hear you, Rookie.”

“I thought Bryce offered to help.”

“He did, but Ethan here has an IQ of 152. He doesn’t need help.” Denise glanced at Ethan with a smirk that he rolled his eyes at.

“Well, dinner’s ready if you’re ready to admit defeat, Dr. Ramsey.” Sienna shared another giggle with Denise before she left the couple alone.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re ready to admit defeat because I’m calling it.” She draped her legs over his thigh, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Time of death. 8:53.” He laughed, his own arms coming around her waist. “Now let’s go have dinner because I’m starving.”

“Defeated by a bed frame.”

“You tried and for that, I’m grateful.” She pecked him on the lips, then tried not to laugh as she teased, “just don’t go quitting your day job, Dr. Ramsey.”

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