"I don’t want that big of a house," he confessed as he rubbed the feet you had just placed in his lap. You raised your eyebrow in surprise. You always imagined Liam living in grandeur when he got older, but to hear him say he wanted a small house surprised you. "No?" You asked. He shook his head, his hands still working and sliding up to your calves. "Nope. I want a few bedrooms of course. One for us, and one for the boys when they come. And eventually, that’ll turn into the kids rooms." You blinked in surprise and then grinned. "How many kids?" You asked casually, heart racing. "I was thinking three maybe. Boys first then a girl, so they can look out for her and stuff." He shrugged and looked embarrassed by his confession but you were touched. "I like that idea," you said softly, thinking of a doe eyes child just like his father. "And I can’t wait to get a house with a yard and put a swing set in for them, maybe a pool." He was on a roll now, his eyes bright and his hands moving as he talked. "And we can paint it however you like and once we move in, you and I are going to Christen every single room in the house," his hand slid up the back of your knee and you blushed, imagining you and Liam two years from now, flushed and happy in your new home and wanting to celebrate. "That sounds nice," you said dryly, trying to keep your heart rate down. He grinned but sobered up pretty quickly. "I just see this wonderful life ahead of us, you know? And this is only the beginning, this." He gestured between you both now, curled up in your little flat that wasn’t all that big. "But it’s a beautiful start," you added, hand out for his. He took it gladly, the smile on his face utterly joyful. "It’s the perfect start to a happily ever after,"
