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It wasn't long before Jamie fell in to a routine. I, on the on the other hand, took much longer to get used to having a wife. I mean, it was great and all, but it was definitely a shock. I wasn't used to the little stuff- sharing a bed, putting down the toilet seat, cooking for two, relinquishing control of the remote or the car stereo- stuff like that. I think it was about a month before I was finally able to cook a decent dinner or put down the toilet seat without Jamie having to remind me.
That day, after our reception, Jamie had gotten the biggest surprise yet- and I had given it to her. The look of her rosy face and glowing smile as we pulled up in front of the house would be one that I would carry with me as long as I lived. It really was a dream that we had been able to pull it off. While my mother and Jamie had been busy with the wedding, Hegbert, my dad and I had been searching all over Beaufort for the perfect house. We had found it- but just in the nick of time. It was my dads wedding present to us. It was a small cottage, with an ocean view. In fact- it was built right on the beach. It was painted white with royal blue shutters and a rose garden in the back. There was a white picket fence and a gazebo in the back yard. It was beautiful. And, when we had pulled up in front of the house, Jamie had been so close to fainting even I was worried.
"Landon....what is this?"
"This is home."
"Home? What- what do you mean home? I thought we were going to move in with your dad?"
"Well, we were, but my dad thought we would enjoy this more."
"Landon...oh my..."
"What?"
"Well, I just don't know what to say! I'm....I'm speechless!"
"Jamie. You don't have to say anything! Come on- let me show you around!" It took a lot of coaxing to get Jamie out of the car- she really was shocked. But, the minute she set foot through the front gate she started to cry happy tears. She gushed compliments about everything-even though the front walked was full of holes and the outside could use a new coat of paint. To her it was Buckingham Palace. The living room had windows overlooking the ocean, and upstairs there were two rooms- one fore her and one for...well, one for dreams. When Jamie saw that room, she began to cry harder and I had to take her downstairs to get her a cup of tea. This was what I was afraid of. The previous owners of the house had decorated that room as a child's room- yellow walls and teddy bear boarders. Hegbert and I hadn't been able to clear it out before our move in date. Both he and I had been cautious- he knew as well as I did how Jamie felt about children. She loved them, and wanted one more than anything, but what with her....her....her circumstances she wasn't able too. And that was what I was afraid of- that seeing the room would push her over the childbearing edge. After all- it was only a room. Four sides of plaster and insulation- a place to hold dreams and wishes that couldn't happen, that wouldn't happen.
It wasn't long before Jamie fell in to a routine. I, on the on the other hand, took much longer to get used to having a wife. I mean, it was great and all, but it was definitely a shock. I wasn't used to the little stuff- sharing a bed, putting down the toilet seat, cooking for two, relinquishing control of the remote or the car stereo- stuff like that. I think it was about a month before I was finally able to cook a decent dinner or put down the toilet seat without Jamie having to remind me.
That day, after our reception, Jamie had gotten the biggest surprise yet- and I had given it to her. The look of her rosy face and glowing smile as we pulled up in front of the house would be one that I would carry with me as long as I lived. It really was a dream that we had been able to pull it off. While my mother and Jamie had been busy with the wedding, Hegbert, my dad and I had been searching all over Beaufort for the perfect house. We had found it- but just in the nick of time. It was my dads wedding present to us. It was a small cottage, with an ocean view. In fact- it was built right on the beach. It was painted white with royal blue shutters and a rose garden in the back. There was a white picket fence and a gazebo in the back yard. It was beautiful. And, when we had pulled up in front of the house, Jamie had been so close to fainting even I was worried.
"Landon....what is this?"
"This is home."
"Home? What- what do you mean home? I thought we were going to move in with your dad?"
"Well, we were, but my dad thought we would enjoy this more."
"Landon...oh my..."
"What?"
"Well, I just don't know what to say! I'm....I'm speechless!"
"Jamie. You don't have to say anything! Come on- let me show you around!" It took a lot of coaxing to get Jamie out of the car- she really was shocked. But, the minute she set foot through the front gate she started to cry happy tears. She gushed compliments about everything-even though the front walked was full of holes and the outside could use a new coat of paint. To her it was Buckingham Palace. The living room had windows overlooking the ocean, and upstairs there were two rooms- one fore her and one for...well, one for dreams. When Jamie saw that room, she began to cry harder and I had to take her downstairs to get her a cup of tea. This was what I was afraid of. The previous owners of the house had decorated that room as a child's room- yellow walls and teddy bear boarders. Hegbert and I hadn't been able to clear it out before our move in date. Both he and I had been cautious- he knew as well as I did how Jamie felt about children. She loved them, and wanted one more than anything, but what with her....her....her circumstances she wasn't able too. And that was what I was afraid of- that seeing the room would push her over the childbearing edge. After all- it was only a room. Four sides of plaster and insulation- a place to hold dreams and wishes that couldn't happen, that wouldn't happen.