CHAPTER SIXTY

A/N: This is mostly a filler chapter. Website where all photos of all outfits mentioned is on my profile.

Jax and Gemma walk over shortly after and Jax holds a hand out to me "Are we going to look at the house so you can start sorting out paint colours?"

I cock my eyebrow at him, the knowledge he knew I wanted to do that today a little confusing.

"You muttered something about it in your sleep." Jax grins and I groan.

I get to my feet and drop a quick kiss on Clay's head and Gemma's cheek, running inside I grab my bag from behind the bar before heading back to Jax where he's now standing by his bike. "What else did I say?"

"Not much, just a whole lot of my name, Abel's and something about no pink." Jax hands me my helmet, already straddling his bike with his own on.

I nod "You never saw my room at Uncle Jacob's. He thought it would be nice to paint it pink for me. If I didn't hate pink before I certainly did after a few weeks in that room but I couldn't ask him to change it, he seemed so proud of it."

Jax chuckles and starts the bike waiting till I'm settled on the back before pulling out of the space and towards the area of town where our houses are.

The driveway is completely empty when we pull into it, the digger is still in view in the backyard but there isn't a single person in the section. I pass the keys to Jax and wander the length of the deck, peering through the windows into the dining room and the room that I'm still not sure what to do with.

Jax unlocks the door and stands waiting for me to come to his side, opening the door the newly installed alarm system beeps to let us know it wants the code and it takes a second for me to remember that it was installed by the electricians as they went, the alarm panel having finally been wired up on Friday morning. Punching in the code the alarm flashes once and then goes silent.

I run my hand along the newly installed plasterboard that's covering the enclosed space of the staircase. Halfway up the stairs I stop and turn to Jax, my brain working out an idea.

"Do you think it would be possible to get rid of the walls? It makes it rather dark in here, and we could turn the stairs into a feature?"

Jax shrugs "Dunno Darlin' you'd have to talk to a builder and make sure it's safe to."

I nod, "I'm seeing Elliot on Friday so I'll ask if he can send his builder then. Just seems a shame seeing we just relined the area, well you did."

Jax points towards the top of the stairs "You can't do anything till you've talked to Oswald, so don't worry about it right now."

Stopping on the landing upstairs the first question pops into my head "Do we carpet, or polish the floors?"

Jax runs a hand over his face and through his hair "I don't know. Do you really want my help making these decisions; wouldn't D, Al or Ma be better?"

I shake my head, sliding my arms around his waist "Nope, I want your help. You know, the person who will be living here with me, sharing everything. After all, I wouldn't want someone else decorating my house, why should I expect you to?"

Jax squeezes my middle and nods once "I see your point, but I'm happy with anything you choose."

I sigh, feeling my shoulders droop a little "I know you would be, but I want your help. This is going to be our home, not just mine. So, carpet or wood floors?"

I stand still and wait, my cheek resting against Jax's Kutte, refusing to move till he helps me choose, I know what I'd do but I want to see if he agrees.

"Carpet. While wooden floors are fine for adults, I don't think I'd like to see Abel fall and hurt himself cause the floor is slippery." Jax finally says after several minutes' silence.

I smile against the leather. "What colour? Do you think we should stick with one colour throughout the whole place?"

Jax shakes his head "No, I chose carpet…you choose colour. But I do think one colour for the whole place would be good, that way there's no odd meetings in doorways. Or you could do one colour upstairs and one downstairs."

I look around the area we're talking about, spinning in a slow circle. "What about a cream colour upstairs and grey downstairs."

Jax raises an eyebrow "You want white carpet upstairs?"

I nod "No food past the staircase obviously if we went with that, but we could do a dark grey downstairs and a light grey upstairs."

Jax cocks his head to the side, thinking quietly. "I think that would be better. After all, breakfast in bed isn't quite the same when you can't bring food upstairs cause of the carpet."

I pull my notebook from my bag and the pen I always carry, Jax rolls his eyes towards the ceiling while I find a fresh page and start noting things, the staircase issue top of the list, then carpet colours for upstairs and downstairs, I leave two blank lines for the vinyl colours, I'm already thinking about a black and white tiled pattern for the bathrooms and plain white for the kitchen but I'm not sure about it yet.

We stop in the door to the bedroom that had been two until a wall was removed, the space looks huge now, but in comparison to the other rooms it's still not really.

"Which room do you think Abel should have?" Jax asks, his eyes wandering over the empty room.

"One of the ones by ours, I think that one." I point out the door to the room that runs along one wall of the house, the other room beside ours is a corner room and definitely too big for a nursery.

Jax nods and pulls me back into the hall "Maybe we should start in the master bedroom."

I follow him through the door, the room appears enormous with no furniture in it and I consider for a moment how exactly to set up the furniture when I put in in, but a shake of my head settles it back on the issue at hand. "I know they're not so 'in fashion' now but I'd like a feature wall in here."

Jax chuckles "Darlin' fashion is not something I give a shit about. What colour?"

"I want a coffee coloured wall behind the bed, which I think we'll put against the bathroom wall?"

Jax nods and looks towards the bathroom wall that I'm talking about "What about that weird little corner there?"

I giggle "I was going to put an armchair or something in there, but now I'm thinking my dressing table."

"Why, won't your clothes fit in the wardrobe?" Jax looks truly confused glancing over at the doors that open off a small walk way into the closets.

I grin wickedly "Oh, they will. You'll see what I mean when I get all my stuff here and unpacked."

Jax frowns and crosses the room to where I'm standing in the bathroom doorway. "What's do you want to put in there Sarah?"

I shake my head and back up a couple of steps "Nope, not telling."

Jax growls and moves a step closer to me and I back up a step "Tell me."

I shake my head and bite the inside of my lip when he takes another step forwards, I take two backwards and he grins when my third step puts my hip in contact with the vanity that runs the length of the room. He crosses the gap in a couple of long strides before I can move, putting a hand down on either side of my hips he grins down at me "Tell me."

I shake my head, my eyes darting from his lips to his eyes "You'll see when I unpack."

Jax's mouth moves a fraction of an inch closer to me "But that's not going to be for weeks yet. I want to know now."

I swallow, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry and I try to think why I shouldn't tell him what my dressing table holds, and why I'd like to be able to show him instead. Closing my eyes for a second I open them again and shake my head "No."

Jax frowns and takes half a step backwards, my body instantly missing the warmth of him in front of me, but the wicked grin that crosses his face gives me a split second warning before his hand comes up to my waist and starts tickling me. In less than a minute I can feel how red my face is from laughing; his eyes hold their own laughter at my breathless gasping for him to stop.

"Tell me and I will." I nod furiously and his hands stop moving, staying on my waist he holds me against his chest "So?"

I swallow again, this time more from embarrassment than anything else, the heat in my face going up a couple of notches while I contemplate the best way to tell him.

He cocks his eyebrow "I'm waiting."

I close my eyes, take a deep breath and spit out a single word "Toys."