Signing A Contract

The house looks fantastic. I stand outside, looking at it. It will take some getting used to if we pick it. I'm used to my tiny apartment. Even Damon's place isn't this big.

"So, outside, baby girl?" Damon looks at me.

"So far, so good, daddy. It looks beautiful." The garden is lovely, just flowers and grass. I like that there are no neighbours. None close by anyway, we can see their houses, but it still gives us privacy.

We walk in, and I stop.

"Maybe a bit too big?" I turn to Damon. The entrance is huge. "You can park a car in here." I laugh, and he nods.

"Never too big, baby girl. Come on." The woman walks us around, and I watch as Damon admires the kitchen. The frickin kitchen of all places! I laugh because, well, to me, I would be happy with any kitchen.

We both have our own ideas of what is suitable, or at least what we can live with. I could live with a crappy half-installed kitchen. A bathroom without a shower. He clearly can't