"I can't believe you guys bought a house." Donna followed Ainsley through the spacious house. "It's beautiful."
"Thanks Donna."
"Why'd you buy a house?"
"We just figured that we needed to get out of the apartment." Ainsley replied. "And here we are back in the living room. Honey, can you move the couch?"
"What's wrong with where it is?" Sam panted, wiping sweat off his forehead.
"I don't like it."
"Ainsley..."
"Just... slide it against the other wall."
"There's nothing wrong with it!"
"I figured since Josh was here, you could just move it now and not worry about it once you have to move it by yourself." Ainsley said.
"Ainsley, I'm not your bitch." Josh said, leaning against the wall. The other three laughed and Ainsley shrugged.
"But Sam is and you're his partner-in-crime."
"Hey, I am no one's bitch." Sam piped up. Ainsley turned to him, her eyebrows raised. "Ah... maybe I am her bitch."
"Why can't I find a guy like Sam?" Donna sighed dramatically.
"'Cause my man is one of a kind." Ainsley smiled. "Move the couch Sam."
He sighed and motioned for Josh to come over.
"Why do you take shit from her?" he asked.
"Because I like being alive." Sam replied.
"Man, being married has got you whipped."
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"We've got a lot of unpacking to do over the next few days." Sam said.
"You going in the shower?" Ainsley asked, coming into the bathroom.
"No I'm stripping for the hell of it. Now before I get in the shower is there anything else that you want me to move? Is the bed in the right spot? The dining room table good? I want to know now so when I get out of the shower, I don't have to get all sweaty again."
"Well... I can bet that you'll get sweaty when you come out but it's not gonna be from moving furniture." Ainsley said casually. Sam stared at her for a minute and she gave him a grin.
"You..."
"I what?"
"Come here." Sam crooked his finger twice and Ainsley sauntered over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You and Josh did a good job." she said softly, her fingers playing with Sam's hair.
"I don't want to hear about Josh right now."
"Turn off?"
"Very big turn off."
Ainsley giggled and pulled Sam down to her. Their lips met in a soft kiss and pulled apart slightly.
"You want to..." Sam nodded his head at the shower and Ainsley just nodded as she pulled his t-shirt over his head. A while later Sam was propped up on his elbow in bed, watching Ainsley, who was laying on her stomach, her head pillowed in her crossed arms.
"Nice way to christen the house." she smirked, making Sam laugh quietly.
"Very nice way." he corrected. He bent his head, kissing her shoulder softly. Ainsley turned her head slightly and glanced at him, his head resting on her shoulder.
"You okay?"
"Perfect. How 'bout you?"
"Indescribable."
"Good indescribable?"
"Very good indescribable. I don't like this color."
"Huh?"
"The room. I don't like the color."
"Am I going to be painting this weekend?"
"It doesn't have to be this weekend. It doesn't go with the sheets."
"You want to paint the room navy blue?" Sam asked, making Ainsley laugh.
"No. Like a beige that we had in the apartment or something close to it."
"You don't like this green?"
"It reminds me of when the girl started spewing that stuff in The Exorcist."
"You're very imaginative. I thought it brought out the color of your eyes." Sam teased.
"How very kind of you." Ainsley laughed. "These people that lived here before us didn't have much taste."
"Not as much taste as you."
"True. So I have a brilliant idea."
"What?"
"For Christmas, we have our parents come here to the house. That way we can spend Christmas with both of them, show the house off, and tell them about the baby."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Those sound like three pretty legit reasons." Sam said, moving off Ainsley.
"Is this your way of saying no?"
"No."
"No they're not coming or no that's not your way?"
"No that's not my way."
"I mean, we didn't go to either of their homes for Thanksgiving."
"Cause we were busy moving these past four days. They can come."
"I want to decorate the baby's room."
"You never stop. You're like the Energizer Bunny." Sam said. "You stop with one thing, you go straight to the next."
"I'm not saying tomorrow we need to start. I'm just saying I want to."
"I figured that."
"And I want to find out what we're having."
"A baby." Sam replied.
"Don't be a smart ass." Ainsley smirked. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
"I could care less. As long as it's healthy."
"Typical response."
"Well it's the truth." Sam laughed slightly. "Why?"
"I just wanted to know."
"Do you care?"
"No. Do you want to find out?"
"Do I have a choice? Because I know you want to be able to buy the little frilly outfits for the baby if it is a girl. And you want to paint the nursery pink or blue not some boring yellow or green."
"That's true." Ainsley smiled innocently. "So we're on for Christmas, decorating the baby's room, and finding out what we're having."
"I have a feeling I'm not going to get any say in this marriage."
"Why? Something wrong with it?"
"No. I agree with everything you say. You're just... sometimes you're headstrong and stubborn and don't care what anyone else has to say."
"I'm only that way in politics. You got something to say, I'll listen."
"That's good to know. I'm a little worried about our families coming here."
"They're not staying here. They can stay at a hotel or in a car but they're not staying here. I'll commit an act of murder most likely."
"I know but... remember our wedding?"
"Uhuh."
"I don't want a repeat of that." Sam said.
"They'll just have to sign a peace treaty then."