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Starting with filters, I begin adding numbers of rooms, bathrooms, floors, garages, house type, and just for shits and giggles, I added a detached apartment. Noah and I will need a studio.
Not surprisingly, only a few options come up, but when I click on a modern farmhouse with a studio apartment in the back yard, fenced, with five bedrooms, and an open loft upstairs, I think I just found our dream house.
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Noah
Mrs. Roeger toldus to get a good night’s sleep, but with every thought taking up space in my mind, I tossed and turned all night long. And my poor husband, whom I’ve been married to for less than three months, didn’t sleep much better.
I had lists floating through my mind. We’d hit Target first thing, getting sheets and comforters for the beds that were already in the rooms. The furniture was already assembled. Devin and Collin would share a room, and Lainey would be in her own. The bathroom situation isn’t ideal, but we’d make it work for now. Towels, toothbrushes, food, shampoo, and a million more items came to me all night long. I’d grab my phone, adding to my lists in my apps, then another item would pop up.
‘What time is it?” Ashton asks as the sun rises.
“Almost five.” I’d just put my phone down after adding Goldfish crackers to the list. Shit, we’d gotten less than three hours of sleep. “Did you get up in the middle of the night for a while?”
“Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. You were snoring lightly. Didn’t want to wake you.”
I roll over, his nose touching my nose. “What aren’t you telling me, husband of mine?”
“Well, I was thinking about looking at houses. And I Googled some.” His smile is broad, and I know he’s found something.
“Okay, you might as well show me.”
“And, we might as well get up and start our day. This is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.” He pushes his back against the headboard, and grabs his computer. “I’ll send you the link. You give me the list. Let’s order as much of this online as we can.”
“Shit, honey, you’re a genius. I know I keep you around for more than just your sexy body, and the way your ass takes my cock.” He winks my way, and it melts my heart.
Ash starts with our Target order, and I click the link he has just sent me. He doesn’t ask me what I think about the house. He’s quiet, but he loves his online shopping. I run through the pictures again, sending Liam a quick text, asking about his work friend whose wife is a realtor.
“Maybe you should add having sex to the list since I’m sure we’ll be very uncomfortable with the kid’s rooms next to us,” he mentions, adding item upon item to our online cart.
The subject of sex is mentioned, and now I’m thinking of it, and my boxer’s tent.
And I’m not forgetting about the sex he just promised me too or the house that would be fucking perfect for us.
We were back from Target by nine am. We’ve washed all the bedding, stripped our bed, and I’m currently breaking it down. We have our bed set up in our new room.
“I thought we’d make this a little play area for the kids, put a PS5 up here, a couple chairs. Something that is their space?” he offers, and I agree.
“We’re not gonna have time for sex, are we?” I ask, and the disappointment is heard in my voice. He flips his watch over, shaking his head.
“No, it doesn’t look like it.” He disappears with more clean bedding in his arms. We’d chosen basic colors. Light blues for the boy’s room, and yellow for Lainey’s room. We want something cheerful and happy. The doorbell rings, and I’m almost done. We keep our old bed frame, moving it below the second level, where we have room for storage.
“They’re here, baby.” Ashton is so adorable when he’s nervous.
We slide open the door of our loft, and Mrs. Roeger stands with all three kids in front of her.
“Ashton!” Lainey leaps from the other side of the door into Ashton’s arms. And he catches her.
“Are they telling us the truth? We get to live with you? And I get to keep Collin and Devin with me? And you two can be our dads one day? Is it true? Is it? Is it?” she asks.
He leans his head to one side, then the other, as his smile grows.
“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s true. But the question is—are you okay with all of that?”
She throws her arms over his shoulders. “Yes, silly. Of course, it’s more than okay with me.”
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