Day Four: First Time
She looked at it.
Just stood in the middle of the empty room and looked at it.
Was it too big? Maybe it was too small…no, definitely too big.
Maybe they should've shopped around more, asked more questions, researched further.
She definitely should've haggled more. Her father always told her to never take the first offer. The first offer is just a starting point; you can always do better.
She stood in the empty room wondering if she should've fought harder, not given in so easily.
Arms slid around her waist and she shivered.
"You're thinking too loudly. I can practically hear you in the kitchen."
She leaned into the strong arms holding her, resting her back against the warm chest.
"Oh yeah? What am I thinking?"
A deep chuckle vibrated against her spine, making her skin tingle.
"You're thinking that the house is too big and you should've haggled the agent down another grand or up a couple more points." His breath was hot against her ear and she shivered again.
It was creepy how he could read her mind.
"I've known you since we were three, Helga G. Pataki Shortman, I know how your mind works."
"In anyone else, I would find that damn creepy."
"I have never been just anyone else." Lips rested against her next for a moment and she twisted in his arms until she faced him.
"You don't think it's too big?"
Arnold shook his head. "We're planning on children, right? Why would we want to buy our first house only to move again when our family outgrows our house? You said it yourself, this place is perfect. There's a room with a huge picture window for your office, a big backyard, extra rooms to fill with children when the time is right. It'll be perfect."
Helga smiled, relaxing for the first time since they signed the papers and received the keys.
"How do you always know just what to say to me to make me stop freaking out?"
Another smile followed by a light brushing of his lips against hers. "I told you, I know how your mind works."
She found herself grinning. "Arnold, we did it. Our first house. We've bought our first house. Why aren't you freaking out?"
"Why would I freak out? This is everything I could've ever dreamed. Except a dog. We need a dog."
Despite herself, she laughed. "A dog? Really?"
"Yeah, to get us ready to parenthood." One hand left her waist to wave towards the back of the house. "Come on, that backyard is practically begging for a dog."
"We'll talk about it. After we get furniture and fix the house up." She laughed again, this time her laughter light. "Oh my God Arnold. We have a house! We are first time home buyers!"
He kissed her still laughing lips until she wasn't laughing anymore, more focused on kissing him back.
"I love you, Mrs. Shortman." He murmured between kisses.
'I love you too Arnold. More than you'll ever know."
"Hmmmm," His lips left hers, dropping small kisses on her cheeks, her temple, her hair. "How about we go upstairs and celebrate this new house?"
She smiled, her eyes closing at his light kisses and caresses. "First time in our new house?"
"See, I knew you had the right idea."
"Just make sure you lock our new doors first. I'd hate anyone just walking in while we're christening the new house."
Arnold leaned back, grinning. "Whatever you say, Helga."