I’m instantly pulled into his side as a deep yawn takes over me. I try to keep my yawn classy, but sometimes those fuckers just overtake your body and possess you until the moment finally passes.
I snuggle into his chest as I turn on Netflix and go through my nightly ritual of deciding what to watch while Rivers grabs hold of his phone and begins doing whatever the hell it is that boys do on their phones.
Not finding anything that holds my attention, I drop the remote to the bed and look over at Rivers’ screen. “What are you looking at?” I murmur as another yawn rips through me.
“House listings,” he grumbles, turning his phone slightly to give me a better view of the screen.
My brow raises in curiosity. “What the hell for?”
“Well, I highly doubt mom wants her grown-ass son crashing with her, especially now that she only just got her freedom back.”
“Good point,” I say, reaching over and scrolling back up as he passes a nice little cottage style home. “This looks alright. The house could use some upgrades, maybe a little paint, and a bit of love, but there’s a huge yard.”
“Nah,” he grumbles, clicking out of the listing and continuing to scroll. “Too small. It only has two bedrooms.”
I scoff. “Two bedrooms? How many were you looking for? There’s only one of you.”
His only response is a wide grin that has my mind spinning with untold mysteries. Could he possibly be thinking about filling those rooms with…I don’t know, children?
My brows furrow and I find myself watching him as he scrolls through the listings, absolutely complexed by the realization that I’m not terrified by that train of thought. Had that been Spencer, I would have been running for the hills, but the idea of building a life with Rivers, sharing our home, and having children running around a big, open yard with two dogs and a bunny rabbit has warmth spreading within my heart.
The second the thought goes through my mind, I realize that I want it more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, and I want it all with this incredible man sitting right beside me.
Why the hell isn’t this scaring the shit out of me?
I was so hesitant when it came to Spencer asking me to move in with him, I put it off and off, and off. Every time the topic came up, I found a way to change it, yet here with Rivers, he hasn’t even suggested it and I’m already making a mental list of all the things I want to take with me.
I shouldn’t be thinking about it though. We’ve been together for all of two weeks. It’s way too soon. We have so many hurdles to get through before we can discuss moving in together.
Though, it does have me wondering what was holding me back with Spencer. Was it the apartment I wasn’t willing to let go of or was it because I knew deep down that I was with the wrong guy? Because right now, I couldn’t give a crap about leaving my apartment despite how much I love it.
Damn it. I really need to stop reminding myself how much of a bitch I was to Spencer.
My eyes fall back to his phone and watch as he opens one of the listings for a home in the middle of Haven Falls, right near where Henley grew up. The first picture is of the front of the home, showing off a double garage, a fenced yard which is outlined by beautifully cared for hedges.
The home is similar to my childhood home. A typical Haven Falls, three bedroom, brick home. There’s a backyard with space for a pool, a deck, and a huge tree that casts a perfect shadow over the lawn. Absolutely perfect for a little boy to be running around playing soccer while his little sister splashes in the pool which could be built in.
I can picture our lives in this home. I can picture walking around the kitchen while I nurse my pregnant belly, I picture Rivers crashing down onto a couch in that living room or working away on his Firebird in the garage.
I see it all.
Shit. I’m getting way ahead of myself here.
“I like this one,” Rivers says. “It’s got potential.”
“Potential for what?” I question.
Again, all he does is grin and this time, I know for sure that he’s thinking exactly the same thing that’s running through my mind.
“When were you planning on moving out and actually buying a place?”
“As soon as possible. I don’t want to overstep it with mom. We’ve only just started working on mending our relationship.”
“Yeah, I get it,” I tell him, looking back up at him. “You know you can stay here until you find your own place. There’s no need for you to crash with your mom if you don’t want to.”