"Yes."
"He needs to know whether the tub is at the window or at the wall."
"Window."
"You said that yesterday."
"I am saying it again today."
"Window."
"Window."
"And the kitchen island."
"What about it?”
"Marble?”
I look at her.
"Marble."
"Marble, Max."
"All right."
"It is a kitchen."
"All right."
"It is going to be the kitchen at the new house, and that will be a real home for us.”
"All right, Evangeline.”
"You are not going to tell me marble is not a thing for a kitchen at a cabin in the woods."
"I am not."
"Because the new house is not a cabin even if it is in the woods.”
"Max,” she says. “Are you happy?”
I look at her.
The truth is I have never been happier. I find her obsession with the details of the new house endearing.
We are building something for both of us, but a lot of the details don’t matter as much to me. The ones that do matter, I say. Such as the big bath next to the window. I want to sit in it with her and bathe her. A lovely house in the woods.
My cabin is nice but I know it has its limits. It is more of a one person part time home.
“I’m so happy,” I say pulling her close and kissing her neck. “I’ve never felt happier since life with you.” And I mean it. Every word.
"You are going to fuck me in every room of the new house."
"I am going to fuck you in every room of the new house."
"Promise me."
