I woke with the sun shining through, onto my bed sheets. I had a mental alarm in my head that could go off whenever i needed. My clock read 9:30AM through my sleepy eyes. Yes! I woke up at the perfect time to make breakfast for Peter. I rolled over to face... a non-existent Peter. Where the hell is he? I got out of my bed, discovering i only had my pink bra and lace panties on. I scrambled my messy bedroom floor for some clothes, grabbing Peter's huge Guns n' Roses t-shirt. I slipped the shirt on that reached to my midthigh and was twice the size of me. I threw my dark brown hair into a messy bun and walked into my kitchen.
"Hey Mr. Bright and Early, what are you doing up?" I tilted my head, noticing Peter standing behide my island in the kitchen. I swipped away strands of hair from my face and slowly approached him like a sleepy zombie.
"Making you breakfast!" He smiled as he placed eggs and pancakes onto two plates.
I placed my hands stick-straight onto the counter of my island. "Awh babe, you didn't have to do that!"
"Nonsense, you deserve it." He said as he walked over to me and planted a kiss on my lips. "Nice t-shirt."
He handed me a plate as we sat down at my tiny little table. "I actually planned on making you breakfast!" I said laughing, "Since when have you ever woke up at the crack of dawn!?"
Peter took humor to my comedy, "Since i know you don't."
"Okay, okay, I surrender!" I laughed, throwing my hands in the air. "What do you want to do today? I have it off!" I braggingly sang that last sentence.
"Well..." He pushed over a section of the newspaper towards me.
I picked it up and scanned the paper. "Houses?" I looked up at him in joyful surprise and a big smile.
"I thought, we could go look. I hate going back and fourth between our apartments. I don't want to drive halfway across town to see you. I mean, we are getting married. I want to see you when i wake up, and at breakfast, at dinner, and when i go to sleep i want to kiss you goodnight, every night."
"Awh Peter," I stared at him as i reached over to told his hand on the table, "I love you."
"I love you too, darling."
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We already looked like a married couple. I was wearing high-waisted skinny jeans with a long sleeve, tight, red top and my short black hair half-up/half-down, only because my hair was too short to fully fit into my ponytail. Peter wore gray-ish black shorts being held by a belt and a plain white t-shirt that vividly outlined his delicious abs. We held each others' hands very tight as we approached a big white house in the hamptons. I looked down at the newspaper and back up at the house.
"This is it."
"Mariska, we haven't even seen the inside yet." Peter exclaimed.
"Honey we've already seen 5 places, and none of them look ideal. I highlighted this one, it has to be it." I tried selling it to him more than the realtor, "It has 3 bedrooms, a lovely kitchen, a pool, a beautiful garden and a walk-in closet... babe, a walk-in closet is important." All of this seemed so ideal but I knew the only thing I truly ever wanted in a house was a white picket fence.
"I don't care where i live, as long as it's with you." He was always a hopeless romantic.
"Awhhh..." I smiled at him. As he started to lean in for a kiss, i turned away, "But this place is good." I sassed, already acting like a wife. I saw his expression of surprise when he openned his eyes to see i had started to walk inside.
"Mr. and Mrs. Hermann? I'm Barbara Gilstein, the realtor." She introduced herself as we shook hands. I felt like a giddy teenage girl when she said 'Mr. and Mrs. Hermann', it felt... official. "Any strong feelings towards the house yet?"
"Yes. I like this house, very much." I said softly, looking up at Peter.
"Oh great. I'm sure you'll fall in love when i give you the full tour!" She said as she led us into the house.
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After Ms. Gilstein finished showing us the house and talking numbers, she left Peter and I to discuss, "I'll give you two a minute alone." She exclaimed as she walked out the front door.
I waited til she was out of the house then turned to Peter, "What do you think?"
"I love it." Peter said as a smile spread across his face.
"You do? Truly?"
"Yeah, I... I think this could be it." He looked around.
"Really!?" I yelled in a whisper as i jumped into his arms and kissed him. "Just imagine waking up in here and this being our home." I said with my arms still around his neck. "And isn't this kitchen just beautiful? Imagine cooking in here together and other activities we could do in here..."
"Yeah?" He smirked, "Like what?"
"Well," I whispered. "You're gonna have to use your imagination for that." I teased him as I leaned in for another kiss.
"Mr. and Mrs. Hermann have you-" the realtor Barbara Gilstein walked in and looked up from her phone to see us making out. "Oh my apologies!" She stopped, "Would you like me to come back?"
"No," I giggled. "We were just, uh..."
"No need to explain!" She deviously grinned. "Have you come to a decision on the house?"
"We love it! It's everything we've dreamed of." Peter and I both shared a look, a moment of content and 'Wow we are actually doing this.'
The kitchen was beautiful, the pool was amazing since i'm a California girl, the closet was stunning, but I don't think that's what sold me on the house. As we toured the house one more time, I stared at the extra bedroom, wondering what the opportunities could possibly hold for that room. Peter grabbed my hand and locked fingers as we both stared into the room, and then I knew the possibilities.
We walked out the front door and took a big gasp of air
as we gazed upon
our
white picket fence.
