3rd person pov

4 days later

(Y/n) excitedly ran down the stairs into the living room. "It's here! it's here! It's here!!" They exclaimed as they continued to run out the door. Vincent stopped making lunch to see what (y/n) was so excited about. Stepping out they saw that Lester was unloading something from his truck. "It's here! It's here!!!" (Y/n) clapped while jumping up and down. Lester's face almost turned red as (y/n) skirt jumped with them. "Help me it's heavy." Lester groans trying to unload large boxes. "Scoot. Scoot." (Y/n) shewed him away and, taking both Lester and Vincent by surprise, lifted the first box with no issues. Then with a skip in their step ran it into the house. "You could do that?!" Lester called out, feeling semi exhausted. "Did you know she could do that?" Lester asked Vincent. Vincent shook their head and lifted their arms to say 'bitch, no I didn't'.

(Y/n) continued to zoom and grab boxes. As they were loading more boxes into the house Bo was walking up the drive way. "Ah, here darlin. Let me help you." Bo offered but (y/n). "Why aren't you two helping em?" Bo asked his brothers. "Shhh, they're in a zone. Just watch." Lester hushes his older brother. Vincent nodded and motioned for Bo to listen. "This is modern feminism talking." (Y/n) mumbled walking passed all three of their 'roommates'. "I expect to run the world." They smiled lifting another heavy box. "In shoes I can not walk in." They continued their little montra as they walked back into the house. The Sinclair brothers all watched as (y/n) finished getting the boxes out of the truck bed. Bo had even noticed that Lester put down a tarp so that the boxes wouldn't get animal blood on them.

As (y/n) set the last box down they seemed to finally breathe. Taking off their shirt she used it to dab the sweat off of their head and went to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. Vincent and his brothers walked into the kitchen. Once (y/n) gulped the last drop of water she looked over to the boys. "What?" Lester's face was fully red as he saw (y/n) in their bra. Vincent was very happy he had his mask on. And Bo just stared with a smirk. "They're titties. Not like you haven't seen any before." (Y/n) pointed over at Vincent. "I know you've seen titties." "I think their more confused about you moving all that stuff." Bo chuckled and points to the boxes. There were at least 10 large boxes covering the living room floor. "Why?" (Y/n) shrugged before putting their shirt back on. "Maybe cause when you go shopping you make us carry everything!" Lester blurts out. "I'm. . . lazy. Can you guys help me unbox everything I'm burnt out." The three men seemed to audibly sigh. "I'm still human. I can get burnt out." Vincent listened to (y/n) and walked over to them. "Mhm." He opened their arms and picked (y/n) up. She wrapped her legs around him and rested their head on Vincent's shoulder. "Mmm." "Pretty, strong, baby." (Y/n) smiled as Vincent whispered in their ear. Bo rolled his eyes at the sight. "You seeing this shit?" He asked his little brother. But when he turned to look at his younger brother he saw that Lester was already making (y/n) a snack. Bo tried not to laugh as Vincent carried (y/n) to the couch and Lester followed close behind with a plate of cookies and honeybuns. "Yall are pathetic." Bo chuckled under his breath.

"Bo." (Y/n) called out acting extra tired. "Coming!" Bo replied surprising himself. "Thanks sweet heart. Lester honey, mind moving one of them boxes closer to me? Pretty please?" Lester nodded and started dragging over a box. "What is all this stuff anyway?" Bo asked sitting on the right side of (y/n). "This site the start of my stuff from back home." She beamed like a kid on Christmas. "The start?" Lester asks shocked. "There's so much already!" "This isn't even all my clothes. What can I say? I like pretty things." They kissed Bo and Vincent on the cheeks then kissed Lester on the forehead when he was close. "Like you three." Vincent nudged (y/n) softly and held out one of his knives they always kept on themslef. "Thanks hunabun. Ooh speaking of which, can someone feed me a honeybun while I cut this open. Need both hands." Lester nodded and sat on the floor next to the first box, holding a honeybun for (y/n). "Good boy." (Y/n) smirked before taking a bite.

Cutting the tape felt therapeutic to (y/n). They had always enjoyed opening packages. Almost as much as they enjoyed cutting things open. Carefully they opened the top and moved some backing tissue. "My knives!" They exclaimed, practically diving into the box. Bo helped them to pull out a small pink jewelry box, a medium white chest, and a wooden chest twice the size of the white one. "Carefull they're delicate." (Y/n) just couldn't stop smiling. "How did you know they were your knives?" "Why do you have so many?" "Can I see them?" All the men spoke at once. "The containers, because I can, and later. Next box!"

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Readers pov

The unpacking went on for a good few hours. Not counting the time it had taken to move everything up to my room. I had my bedding, more clothes, shoes, makeup, jewelery, etc. I couldn't be happier. I even had someone feeding me while I opened everything! It's really nice to at least be able to make this place feel more like a home. I can't go home. I know that. But I try not to dwell on the thought too much. I'm lucky. I've got three men that dote over me like a princess, the ability to not have to interact with people, yup I got it pretty OK. Bo still acts like a duck head though. Like he's cute but I'm really sure I'm gonna end up punching him or kissing him. Can't really decide yet.