The Spot Translation

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"What's this news you have for me, Sheldon?"

Sheldon had been avoiding this conversation with Amy for the last two days. He still wasn't sure what to decide. He was finally deciding what he wanted to do since leaving String Theory and this was the only thing that came up for him?

"Yes, well..." he let his hand brush his computer desk as Amy stood by the coffee table. "I was offered a job a couple days ago. It's for a year."

"What? Sheldon, that's great!" She walked up to embrace him, but his facial expression caused her to stop in her tracks. "Why do I feel like there's a 'but'."

He cleared his throat, unable to meet her eyes. "It's in Boston."

Amy felt as if her entire body was shutting down and swore she heard her heart snap in half. Her boyfriend was finally kissing her and letting her touch him and now he was going to move three thousand miles away? "Boston?" She waited for his nod before crossing her arms over her chest as if she was guarding her heart. "Well... are you taking it?"

He swallowed as he looked around the living room before speaking softly. "I don't know."

She threaded her brows as she studied his face. "Why not?"

She watched his eyes dart over to the couch before looking back at her. "I'll miss my spot."

"You'll miss your spot?" How could he think about that dumb couch when they were going to be across the country from each other? She was about to lash out. About to yell at him for thinking solely about his spot and not about what that meant for their relationship, when she noticed his eyes were boring into hers as he spoke. She had a feeling he wasn't talking about his spot at all. She couldn't seem to make her voice higher than a whisper; "Your spot will miss you, too."

He never took his eyes off hers. "I'm afraid if I leave, I'll lose my spot."

Amy felt a lump in her throat. "You won't lose your spot. It will be right here when you get back."

His chest slowly rose before falling before speaking his next confession. "I love my spot."

Amy hiccuped and sucked in a deep breath as tears threatened to fall. "Your spot loves you, too."

She watched as Sheldon slowly strode over to her and took her hips in his hands much the same way he did before kissing her.

Their eyes stared into each others.

"I love you, Amy."

She hiccuped again and let a tear fall down her cheek as her voice quivered. "I love you, too."

In an instant, she wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips pressed to hers, feeling her free-falling tears against his cheek as she pulled him close before their tongues found each other.

Her hands moved over his neck to hold his face seconds before she felt their lips slowly part and he rested his forehead against hers as they caught their breath.

"I'm not taking that job. And don't try to stop me."

"Okay." She couldn't help the smile that crossed her face.

He could only chuckle at that.