George and Nora awoke at the same moment from peaceful and importantly quiet dreams. A harsh difference from the world of the living especially the one the floor above. He leans forward and gently kisses his bride, who exchanges the kiss right back. Their eyes meet and it's as if the universe is theirs alone and nothing else - no matter how big or small is of any importance any more. It's just them. In complete independence of any distractions. Every morning begins like this. With the exception of the nights of thunder storms and Marty insistence on being allowed to sleep in between them. Always agreed to in hopes her hysteric cries will seize. Last night though was a calm and clear night.
Nora turns away from George to her back and stares at the ceiling. Far as ceilings went it really wasn't that impressive, actually it was plain as can be. It even lacked studdoc which all the other ceilings in the house possess. Yet she still loved it. Just as she loved everything in this house. And as Lizzy seemed to as well. The trouble was Casey, as much as her daughter tried to accept this house completely as her home, she still made constant references to their other home the apartment and the ways it was better. It was understandable that apartment had been her home seven years, half of her life. Still if Lizzy could adjust and learn to love the house, why couldn't Casey give a harder effort?
George stays in his position upon Nora's flip as his thoughts start to fade to his own kids. Especially to Derek. He wondered if he were a stricter parent that not only excepted but demanded respect and responsibility from his son, that Derek would be more mature. Just as Casey is. Still growing up in a extremely strict household himself George vowed never to do that to his own kids. Derek's behavior granted could still be embarrassing to say the least.
"Give it back Derek!" Edmond's voice enters the room from upstairs as they both sigh. So much for the peace, quiet, and independence.