Rebecca's birthday
Henry had gotten his wife a present, but probably not the one that she wanted. It had been a very un-thought-through action, something instinctual an irrational.
He had bought a house. Well, signed for it. Called his parents, rattled a story off about beginning a family without mentioning any names, sent them pictures of the adorable house, and there was recommendations and financial supports before he finished the tour through the place.
It was a bit further away from university than their apartment, but not much. It was a child friendly neighorhood, a lot of white fences. Theirs (and didn’t that sound great) had a white fence as well, bordering a lawn that circled their summer sky blue house. They even had a red mail box. Inside there was a large living room and open kitchen, a guest room (that could be his lab) and of course a toilet. On the first floor were the bed rooms, one large one and two smaller. The smaller ones were connected through a small bath room, while the master bedroom had one for their own. There was a lot of wood through the house, but in a warm and welcome way. A home.
But Rebecca. Henry came home with flowers, a cake and the new key on a stupid frilly keychain: Home Is Where The Heart Is. “ Becs?”
It was seven at night, he was late and hungry, but this had to been done first. “I’m sorry I’m late, I had to get you something.” He kicked off his shoes. “How has your birthday been?”
He had bought a house. Well, signed for it. Called his parents, rattled a story off about beginning a family without mentioning any names, sent them pictures of the adorable house, and there was recommendations and financial supports before he finished the tour through the place.
It was a bit further away from university than their apartment, but not much. It was a child friendly neighorhood, a lot of white fences. Theirs (and didn’t that sound great) had a white fence as well, bordering a lawn that circled their summer sky blue house. They even had a red mail box. Inside there was a large living room and open kitchen, a guest room (that could be his lab) and of course a toilet. On the first floor were the bed rooms, one large one and two smaller. The smaller ones were connected through a small bath room, while the master bedroom had one for their own. There was a lot of wood through the house, but in a warm and welcome way. A home.
But Rebecca. Henry came home with flowers, a cake and the new key on a stupid frilly keychain: Home Is Where The Heart Is. “ Becs?”
It was seven at night, he was late and hungry, but this had to been done first. “I’m sorry I’m late, I had to get you something.” He kicked off his shoes. “How has your birthday been?”