Yes, they need it

Arron and Sarah kept a close eye on each other throughout the process, especially after Arron's fears about wearing his wife's clothes had come to pass but in a different way: they thought he was Erin, his wife! Sarah had breathlessly explained what was going on and before Arron could say or do anything, she quickly shooed him into the bedroom and flung the washed batch of clothes to him before ducking out of the room and leaving him standing there. On the one hand, it would be very easy to explain the mistake, they had the shredded clothes as proof, but there was another factor that caused him to hold his tongue, at least for the moment.

There was just so much help they needed with everything in every single part of the house.

Practicality won out over his (marginalized) ego and he found himself begrudgingly slipping on the pair of pants that he had been wearing the past few days. Still, as he ran a hand down his backside, Arron could only imagine just how shapely it made his ass look and especially his legs and thighs. He hated that moment the fact he took after his mother than his father. There was no way, if he had inherited even a 1/4th of his father's muscle mass that he would ever be considered less than a man...though he supposed there was a benefit there. If he looked more manly, he would've been torn to shreds for wearing his wife's clothes in public. There would be no escaping that.

Thank goodness for small favors, huh?

Arron quickly put on an oversized sweater (it was getting rather cold with the weather changing), fixed his hair into a messy bun, and ignored the dread that he looked every bit the tired, hassled, and overburdened woman that his new neighbors all assumed he was. Except for the lack of boobs, no one would know the difference, he grimaced at his reflection one last time and then came out. "Sarah?"

"In the kitchen!" came a response and he stepped in to find his daughter talking with a young man her age and his mother who, upon seeing him, immediately smiled and motioned him to come over. "Sorry for intruding, just thought that we would offer some help to get things moved and squared away for you."

Without so much as an opportunity to say anything, he watched as the other woman quickly took charge and delegated the heavy lifting to her husband, he learned his name was Gerald, and her oldest son, Derek, while lover-boy, Michael, was busy "working" his angle on Sarah who seemed very pleased and rather happily amused at the sudden male attention. She had gone through a rough breakup, which helped precipitate their move, and seeing a young man paying her attention was very healthy for her young ego.

"Oh no, dear," Hannah quickly moved to block Arron from helping with the large boxes and instead motioned for her to help organize the kitchen and living room. Sarah, every present and at attention, steered herself to helping in the dining room area and after a few hours, they had gone through maybe half the boxes remaining.

"Was there anything else that needed to be done?" Gerald asked, wiping the sweat from his brow and looked around the cleared floorspace in what was to become the living room.

"Well, I saw an Ikea about 2 towns away, we just need to figure out how to get there..."

Hannah smiled and motioned to her husband. "Why not ask Ryan? He has a truck, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to help." With the puzzled look he was giving her, Hannah laughed a little. "Come on, hun, he's got nothing better to do."

With her husband turning to call his brother on the phone, Hannah leaned over and whispered to him, "You'll thank me later."

Arron, at a loss for words, merely smiled politely in return.