“It is.”
“They’re both very roomy. Lots of space to move around. So are the bedrooms.”
“I thought so, too.”
“Which did you mean to be ours?” she asked.
“I thought either the middle, we have equal access to both bedrooms that way, or the one that shares a wall with the family room. If we have people over, our room would be between the kids’ rooms and the family room and it would buffer any noise that might keep them up.”
“Kids’ rooms?” she said, looking at him questioningly as she headed to the kitchen after stepping into the family room.
“Well,” he said on a shrug, grinning as he just barely met her gaze as she looked back over her shoulder, “I figured if we were going to set up house, we may as well get it right from the beginning. Make sure we allow room for when the babies come.”
“Oh, may as well,” she said.
“Be prepared, you know?” he asked with a smirk.
“Good thinking,” she said. She ran a hand across the small round table sitting near the window in the kitchen.
“Breakfast table,” he said. “Dining wouldn’t have to be used unless we wanted to have guests. We could actually turn it into something else if we wanted to and get a bigger table for the kitchen.”
“We could,” she said, as she peeked into cabinets and fiddled with the stove. She noticed the refrigerator and came to a complete stop. She looked at it, then opened the door, felt the cold permeating its interior and looked at him with a confused expression. “But there’s no electricity.”
“We’ve got solar panels on the roof, and a bank of batteries that supply enough power to run the refrigerator and the hot water heater. You can have a hot bath or shower whenever you want. And store whatever food you want without having to worry about replacing the ice every few days like most do in an old fashioned ice box. For lighting we’ve got candles and hurricane lamps with oil. Flashlights with batteries, and if it bothers you that we don’t have a fully electric house, Tempest said she can add more solar panels and a larger bank of batteries to harness more power to run the entire house.”
Angelle turned to Boon who stood across the room from her. After a few moments she shook her head. “I think I like it like it is. Not having electricity all the time kind of makes it more like camping. Luxuriously, so maybe glamping? But I like the ambiance of having candles and lanterns.”
“We have the windows arranged at different points of the house to create a breeze so it won’t be so hot in the summer months, and there are wood burning stoves in the bedrooms for the winter, but all it takes is a simple request and we can change that to a more modern set up.”
“Again, I think I like it as it is.”
Boon nodded. “Do you think you could live here?”
Angelle smiled at him and canted her head just a slight bit as she regarded him. “You haven’t been paying a lot of attention, have you?”
“Sure I have. I’ve been watching every move you make. I’ve been anticipating you seeing it. Hoping you like it.”
She walked over to him and placed her hands on his arms. “I do like it. Very much. I don’t think it needs any changes. I said, I like it just the way it is.”
“So, you like your house?”
“I like your house,” Angelle answered.
“It’s your house. I built it for you — with Tempest’s help.”
“It’s a beautiful house. But it is your house. You live here no matter what happens with us.”
“I haven’t lived here yet. I want to live in it with you.”
“I think I want to live in it with you,” she said.
“Then it’s our home. We’ll live here together.”
“If we can work it all out, it’s our home.”
“Oh, we’ll work it all out,” he insisted.
Angelle laughed. “We’ll see.”
