(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Derek
Hannah walked around the apartment with just my shirt on, a cup of coffee in her hands. Her eyes studied the living room, until they settled on the empty space over the fireplace. She was starting to get more and more comfortable with me now, and it showed.
The last thing I thought when she arrived was that she was going to be ready for everything she mentioned. She used to cower away. Now the words "marriage" and "family" rolled off her tongue like it was second nature. I thought she'd wake up feeling weird about it but to my surprise, her first words when were about bringing in the items she had left at Evelyn's house.
"You need some color here," she said, taking a sip of the coffee she'd prepared for us. Though her back was to me, I could hear the smile on her face. "We could put some flowers over the fireplace, and you are in desperate need of a TV. It's so dull now. You need a little more brightness. Or we could go take a look at the pieces in Nathan's gallery, I'm sure we'll find something there."
I hummed, agreeing with whatever it was she said. Truthfully, I didn't care. Any place would be dark and dull without her in it. As long as she was with me my life would be as colorful as possible.
"I was actually thinking of buying a house," I said, knowing that would catch her attention.
She turned around quickly, somehow managing to not spill the liquid still in the cup. "Why a house?"
I shrugged, trying to pretend the words hadn't made me fucking nervous. Hannah was different, yes, but that didn't mean she wasn't easily frightened. Living together was already a big step, so was the decision of eventually having children, but buying a house together...I knew it would scare her.
"Figure if we're doing this whole thing we need a bigger place." I stood up, eyeing the apartment. It'd been my house for while, but the place didn't seem like enough anymore. I wanted to offer her what she deserved. "We need a bedroom, for us obviously. We need a bedroom for guests, especially now that Evie and Nathan will have two kids. We need a bedroom for our hypothetical children - because we know there will at least be two, right?"
Hannah nodded, a beautiful red color taking over her cheeks, even her ears.
"Well...that's at least two more bedrooms. I think it's better to start the house search now, before the kids come along, right? Besides...we also need a piano room for you."
A nervous laugh escaped, and I knew she didn't know how to react to that. So I waited. Because as much as I wanted to hug her and tell her I'd give her anything she wanted, I needed to know what she knew what she wanted. There were layers to her; layers I still had to do away with to keep her from hiding away.
"We don't need a piano room, Derek. It's...I mean...it was a one time thing at the restaurant. I haven't really played in a while, so..."
