Sixty-Eight

                                    

                                          
Author's Note: Enjoy! :) Play the song when you feel it fits. <3 



-Willow-


I looked around the house, it was the fifth one we were looking at today. I appreciated Cleo taking the time to set all of the meetings up, I really did. I know she was busy trying to start her own business as well. I just... I didn't like it, there were new additions to it, it didn't feel like home. It was stale, dry, cookie cutter. It made me think of Alex, of my parents. I wanted a home that made me think of my family, my grandparents, the Ruffilo's, October. A place where I feel safe, where Noah and our children would be safe. A home I would want my future children to run and play. 
"What do you guys think of this one?" The realtor, Jack waved his hand around the open living room concept, he was a short man, shorter than me. He seemed to be around Noah and I's age however, he also seemed to have a short temper whenever we said we didn't like something about the houses. 
"Lo?" I shook my head as I looked around again, sighing before walking down the hallway and walking into one of the open bedrooms. There was one window in the room and I hated that, I hated the carpet on the floor, I hated the perfectly, fresh painted white walls. The house had no story, it wasn't a home. 
"I hate it." 
"That's what you've said about the last four Ms. Greenbriar, surely one of these homes fits your taste?" The realtor snipped at me, crossing his arms as he fiddled with his phone. 
"I didn't say I hated them all, the first one had no backyard, only a concrete slab. The second one looked like the first. The third one had two bedrooms, I know my assistant asked for the houses to have at least five. The fourth one; had a leaky sink. I could hear it over you spewing about the 'California Hills'." I mocked him on the tail end, glaring at him while I walked around him, to Noah who threaded his fingers with mine.
"I don't have anymore for you to look at today." Jack spoke while Noah held open the front door for me, I turned around and smiled sweetly, shaking my head at him. 
"That's fine. We won't be going through your company anymore. Your attitude is awful and you've been on your phone the whole day, not to mention you did not read the email that was sent to you about what we were looking for." I rolled my eyes, turning back and waiting for Noah on the front step, he closed the door and led me down the stairs and down the sidewalk to our car. 
"I hate him." 
"Turns out, Jack is a jackoff." Noah held my door open for me, letting me get in and buckled up before he softly closed the door, jogging to the drivers side before climbing in, getting himself settled in before sliding his glasses on, a smile spreading across his pretty face, the sunset casting off his skin beautifully, the orange hues bouncing off of his sunglasses, his teeth sparkly white, his lips looked soft and I knew they were soft. I was lucky enough to know just how soft they were. I felt like God's favorite for knowing how soft and beautiful his heart was. 
"I did find a house while you were looking around the third one earlier, the owner is still living there currently. Only for another week, it's a man in his eighties, the house needs work but I think you'll like it. You up for one more Princess?" My heart swelled at his words, his actions. Noah's smile was the only answer I needed. 
"Of course, could we maybe get ice cream first though?" Noah laughed but nodded, bringing my hand up to his mouth and kissing the skin softly. 
"Of course, sweet girl. Whatever you want." The corner of his mouth twitched softly as he began to drive, his fingers softly tapping on the steering wheel as the radio played in the background. He was so beautiful, beautiful didn't do him justice. No word ever would, I don't think. Every inch of him was stunning, a story to be told, an adventure waiting to be found. He was my piece of solace, he made everything okay even when it wasn't.