Endlessly // R. Bortuzzo

Chapter 9

Robert's POV

Scarlett was wearing her Canucks hat, a plain white v-neck, and a pair of cut offs. Her tan legs were distracting me while I tried to find the hotel.

"Let's Marvin Gaye and get it on." My wife practically screamed as we were stopped at a red light. I couldn't help but laugh. She was terrible and owned it. The people in the car next to us were laughing. "You got the healing that I want."

"Okay Scar, I'm going to check in. Try not to sing so loud while I'm gone."

We didn't have much time between getting to St. Louis and meeting with the realtor, so we didn't bring our stuff into the room.

Scar wasn't happy about leaving behind the house in Pittsburgh. In all honesty, I wasn't either. It's just part of the job. I was lucky enough to play hockey for a living, so I wasn't going to complain.

That was our first house together, where I proposed. It had a guest room, but it wasn't ideal for a family. I wasn't sure how many children we would have, but between the kids and the dogs, we needed a bigger yard.

"Do we have to do this?"

"The sooner we buy a house here, the sooner we can start planning and getting things here. The sooner we can start the next chapter of our life." I leaned across the console to kiss her before getting out.

"Right."

The overly-smiley woman gave us papers of the houses she would be taking us to. All in good areas, yet far from the arena. I guess in big towns that was always the case.

She wouldn't stop talking, telling us about each of the houses. How great the school districts and what not. I could tell Scarlett was getting annoyed with her. She never did well with the heat. It was kind of funny, actually.

"So this first one is a four bedroom, four and a half bath. The second story has been transformed into a home theater. Three car garage. Huge back yard."

It was nice, but we didn't need that many bathrooms. Or a huge kitchen. It wasn't the one we would be living in. The second one was the same way. Too big for us. Maybe it was stupid of us to get a house before she actually moved here. As much as I'd like to stay here in St. Louis until I decided to retire, but that wasn't something we could count on.

Before the realtor could say anything about the third house, Scarlett spoke up.

"This is the one." It was one story, over five thousand feet, with a pool and spa. One of the cheaper ones which was nice. Not something I would think that we would live in, but this was all for her and whatever children we have. I didn't get why there was so many bathrooms. The master was understandable, so were two others, but the extra full and half? Ridiculous.

We walked through the house, looking out at the yard and pool.

"I don't like the pool. It's too big of a risk, Scar." Kids falling in the pool with no one around, it's something nightmares are made of. Especially if we have more than one child, which we probably will.

"I will always be with the children. When they get older if I need someone a couple hours a day, I'll hire a part time nanny. If I'm gone, you'll be around. What I'm saying is that we can make sure the doors are locked." She gave me that look and I was done for.

"Fine. We're baby-proofing every inch of this house. Even your nice walk in closet." I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and I kissed her temple. "I guess we'll make an offer then."

The lady brought us back to her office and we started on paper work, the necessary things that have to happen before I come back in September.

Scarlett wanted to go to Hard Rock, so we did. She usually got some fancy sort of cocktail, but didn't this time. I tried to shrug it off, but she hadn't been drinking anything besides tea and water, the occasional coffee. I guess it's nothing since it was late summer, we were trying. I'm sure it was nothing. I wasn't going to get my hopes up that she was pregnant.