Warning: sexual activities
Our time together would be short and we both knew it. My tour was on the horizon, as well as a few other engagements for both of us, solo and with the band. To push it all back would have been preferred but impossible. I had already let my solo work hang and I couldn't possibly do it again.
As soon as we got home, we jumped into finding a house of our own together. It was scary, as we hadn't lived together in years. Could I put up with his mess? Could he put up with me being up at all hours of the night? Could I deal with his constant pot smoking and him being locked away in his studio all the time? I'm still not sure.
Weeks passed and we hired a realtor to help. We gave her a list of what we desired and all the things that would just be the icing on the cake- purely dreams. One evening, when we were having dinner at Lindsey's house, we got a call from her. She thought it was perfect for us and she asked if we could meet tomorrow morning at nine. My eyes widened and I shook my head; I'm not usually up until eleven or noon. Thankfully, he worked his magic and got it pushed back to eleven-thirty. I still had to wake up early, just not as early as before which was fine by me. We tried to make it an early night but it was no use for me. He was sleeping peacefully in his big bed while I was playing with a miniature keyboard and a reel to reel downstairs at two in the morning. There was a tune I just couldn't get out of my head and I let myself run with it, ever at the mercy of my muse whenever she may call to me. Two or three hours later, Lindsey was up for his morning jog, kissing my head as he passed by. I was still playing this same tune. My journal lay open, words pouring from my deepest depths, page after page. I was satisfied enough to finally sleep, and I did, luxuriously, until Lindsey returned and woke me up to shower and change to meet our realtor.
I was working on my hair and makeup, fully dressed by a quarter past eleven and he stood there, trying to gently push me along. He told me coffee was ready downstairs and I kissed his cheek, a wordless thank you for trying to keep me awake. He praised my appearance and I was shocked that I looked mostly human despite my exhaustion. We hurried to the car, only a few minutes late when we had arrived at the coffee shop where we had chosen to meet. I grabbed another coffee and I apologized profusely to her- Emily, before we followed her in Lindsey's flashy car to the house she wanted to show us.
The moment we parked in the drive, I was speechless. It was modern, definitely more Lindsey's taste than my own, but it had a strange beauty to it. Everything was high contrast and Lindsey nodded in immediate approval. It checked many boxes for us. Lots of bedrooms for guests and future children, a large eat-in kitchen, a formal dining and sitting room, a finished and fully functional basement and a large front and back yard. There was a big, beautiful pool and outdoor entertaining opportunities. There was even a space for a home studio to be built for Lindsey and I, as well as a place for me to paint with lots of natural light, and a room to house all of our instruments, as our collection together was vast and varied. My eyes lit up as I looked around, I found very few draw backs, the only major one being the slatted stairs, which I find a little dangerous for children but Lindsey promised we could close them in if it scared me. He seemed more than satisfied, even day dreaming aloud about what each room could look like or be used for. I was happy to see him so enthusiastic!
"What do you think, baby?" he asked me, pulling me into his side and kissing my temple.
"Do you love it?" I asked and he nodded. "Alright, let's do it."
His excitement was contagious, as I found myself matching his energy. We made a formal offer and driving back to his place, he talked my ear off. I gave my input as well, and he spoke about my ideas as if they were his own, equally interested in what I wanted to do. I squeezed his hand, kissing his knuckles and looking deep into his blue-grey eyes.
