Belongs to him

25 | Worthy enough

Alina Windsor

As the door opened to the apartment I couldn't help but smile. It was coming together and my vision in my head came to life. The replaced hardwood flooring was the first thing I noticed.

The classic coloring and preserved accents in wood were now brought out making the place itself pop out just in the entrance.

Four bedrooms accompanied the place. Besides ours and a guest the other two were left untouched. I didn't know what I wanted to make them. I figured maybe an upstairs study, but that seemed kind of ridiculous.

I always go into the office and Kingston does as well. So it would just be a shared office for the both of us. So adding another didn't make quite sense. There was already a private gym for us to use and a rec room didn't seem useful.

But now Elsie, my contractor, was here with us. She had bright red hair and the fairest of skin. Her lips popped out due to its pink shaded color and her eyes would convince you she's Irish.

"So we are beginning to close in on the project. Obviously over the months there will be things added in or developed. You've continued to work tirelessly on this project which has paid off. But I have one question," she pauses and turns her head away from the hall into one of the empty room.

"As architect, and an incredible one at that. How on earth do you leave two rooms plain and empty. Prettiest of views from here as well, maybe even a balcony could be added." Her hand grazes the stripped white walls as she walks around them.

"Well I don't quite know what to do with them," I admit. I couldn't envision this room, I figured another guest but it didn't make much sense to me. We already had one set up, it could be used for more.

"Add some wall paneling maybe a light, light green or hunter green," she turns back to me beaming, "what about a nursery?" My breath hitches noticeably.

I swore I stopped breathing with those words. They were so forward yet invasive at the same time. What if I couldn't have kids or didn't want them, to outright ask seemed disrespectful.

So I stood gobsmacked not knowing what to say. Kingston leaned against the door frame and as I stared at him he rose his eye brows. This guy was not helping at all right now. The silence was almost pinching.

I should've just stayed with Townes if I knew this would be the extent of conversation.

"Maybe," I croak out. "We'll be able to move in this week won't we?" I say changing the conversation. The place after a few short weeks was now livable in. I'd be sharing my life fully with Kingston Romano, my husband.

Elsie nods, "Could move in tonight if you pleased. All the utilities are up, your bathroom still needs the tiling to be finished. Closet needs to be stock but we'd leave that to you. But you've designed and really put love into this place," she praised me as she walked past Kingston.

She didn't know I barely had a thing to put up in a closet and most of my stuff is stored in containers underneath my bed. Kingston didn't know that either and I felt it was best if he hadn't.

I didn't splurge on myself much. Paying rent in New York City was a pain in itself. But the guy I married just dropped thirty five million on a home for us, least I could do was hang up my clothing properly.