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The house.

"Oh my grapes," I breath as the car slows, stops in the driveway of a huge, gorgeous house. There's Christmas decorations everywhere. It looks like a Christmas card.

Finn opens my car door. I guess sometime while I was looking at the house, he and Nick got out of the car without me noticing. "Oh, sorry. I spaced." I say, unbuckling my seat belt. "Thank you." I stand  and quickly kiss his cheek. I don't think he's expecting it, because he blushes. I giggle.

"Okay, let's get this stuff inside." Nick says, referring to all of the bags. I move to the back of the car, pop the the trunk, and grab about 7 things.

"What do you think you're doing?" Finn asks. His hands are on his hips.

"Bringing stuff inside." I say, my voice innocent.

"You're bringing 7 suitcases inside in 1 trip?" He asks in a doubtful tone.

"Yeah. They're on wheels. I'll be okay, Finn. It's not a long way." I promise. He reluctantly lets me go, but doesn't let me bring anything else in. 

I walked up to the door, but before I could knock, Mary throws it open and envelopes me into the third hug of the day. "You're here! What took you guys so long? We got here 45 minutes ago." She asks when she releases me.

"Oh, um, I guess we just lost track of time. Got caught up in conversation, you know?" I say.

"You guys didn't eat anything yet, Did you?" She asks. I shake my head. "Good. I'm making lunch." 

Mary leads me into the house, which smells amazing, and Erik helps me bring my bags upstairs to Finn's room. Which, surprisingly, is completely empty and bare. The only thing in here is a bed with white bedding.

"Surprise!" Finn whispers behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I lay my hands on his.

"I don't get it." I confess, as he plays with fingers.

"You get to decorate it." He tells my neck. "How ever you want. I'll love it, no matter what." I smile.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" I breath. I feel him smile in my neck.

"Yeah. But, I'll never get tired of hearing it." He tells me. "There's something else."

I let out a fake gasp and spin around to face him. "Is it a puppy?" I joke, he laughs.

"No, it's better."  He says, then leads me out of the bedroom and down the hall.

"So, Mom and Dad's room is downstairs." He tells me. "Nick's room is across the hall from ours. There's two other bedrooms, Dad's office, Mom's yoga/meditation room, the attic, basement. 

We use the basement for storage, because it's huge. But, that's not the point." He continues. "Everyone gets a bedroom and a Room of choice. For Dad, it's his study. For Mom, Yoga and Meditation. Nick and I get the extra bedrooms. Nick uses his as a gaming room and shares it with me, so I don't use mine. Mom and Dad were going to give you the attic, but I asked if I could switch with you. The bedrooms are huge, and the attic is, three fourths the size of one of them. And they said it was cool, so you have your own..." He stopped in front of a door that looked identical to the one to our bedroom.

"Art studio!" He raised his voice slightly, and open the door.  I feel tears pool in my eyes.

I gasp. My hand flies to my mouth. It. Is. Amazing.

The room is huge. All of the bedrooms are, I guess. Ours is too.

The walls are white, with shelves and shelves of my favorite brands of supplies. Easels are scattered around the room, all with their own table and stool. In the middle of the room, is a big white dresser with both drawers and open shelves. It's filled with different kinds of paper.