"I like this one." You were lying in bed, nestled in each other's arms.
"Yeah, but we can't afford that."
"You're right."
You closed the real estate pamphlet and laid your head on his chest.
"Zack?"
"Hmmm?"
"Why can't we just live here?"
"It's not right, babe. We'll be married soon, we need a house."
"Screw house. I just want to be with you."
"You don't want the whole 'kids, dog, white picket fence' enchilada?"
"Nope." You pressed a tiny kiss to his tanned, smooth shoulder.
"You sure?"
"You can build a picket fence in the kitchen."
He chuckled. "Okay."
