[M-OOM] Alderaan

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Another house. Another walkthrough. And Revan is yawning as he walks through the front door.

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Revan sighs. "If we have to." He keeps his arms around her waist and makes no move to though.

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She grins and pushes him away softly, before grabbing his hand and tugging him out to see the realtor.

"Made your decision?" The other person asked, and Kira looks over at Revan with her eyebrows raised.

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Revan's too buys admiring the lovely form of Kira to hear the question or to notice Kira was looking at him. But he realizes soon enough.

"What? Oh, right. We'll take it," he says, smiling at the realtor. "Or make an offer. Whatever it is we have to do."

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The realtor smiles back and talks about paperwork, and blah blah blah. Kira kind of tunes the realtor out to take another glance around the room they're in, her fingers tight around Revan's hand.

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Revan squeezes Kira's hand, listening to babble about paperwork before he finally cuts the realtor off. "Just, submit our offer and start drawing up the paperwork?"

"Now?"

"Now seems like a better time than any."

"But I might not be able to reach the seller," the realtor starts to say before Revan raises an eyebrow and the other quickly backtracks. "Of course, I'll go make the call right now."

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Kira snorts, very unladylike and squeezes his hand again. "You always have such an effect on people."

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"I'll take that as a compliment," Revan says, smirking as the realtor scuttles off.

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She skirts a hand over her stomach just in time to catch a kick on her hand. She grimaces slightly--it's hard to get used to that feeling. "Thank you," She says after a moment. "For buying a house."

Yay house.

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"It's what you wanted," and that's all that really matters.

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She squeezes his hand again and pulls him in for another kiss.

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Revan doesn't get to kiss her for very long before the realtor interuppts.

"Sir, er, what was your offer...?"

"Match the selling price," he tries not to snap before waving the realtor away again.

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Kira tries not to laugh. It doesn't work, and she starts laughing and buries her head into his shoulder.

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And her laughter gets Revan going.

"Sorry," he murmurs in between bouts as he buries his nose into her hair. "I'll be nicer."

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"Not asking you to change," She grins into his shoulder, nuzzling into his shirt.

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He kisses the top of her head. "And that makes me love you even more."

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She tilts her head up and kisses him quickly on the mouth. "Good."

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"Let's go wait outside," he murmurs before pulling away and tugging her toward the front door.

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She follows him, hand tucked into his, feeling happier and more care-free than she has in a while.

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"Your yard," he murmurs once they're out the door and standing on the porch they have. "Well, soon to be anyway."

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"Ours." She corrects, wrinkling her nose at him, getting him back for all the corrections he's made to her. "Soon it will be filled with little girl toys, I'm sure."

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"Ours, sorry," and he grins. He glances around, trying to imagine all the toys. "We'll keep it clean."

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She leans into him. "I'm sure we will. And if not, it's fine."

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"No, there will be order."

Revan demands it and what Revan demands...usually doesn't happen in cases involving Kira and his daughters.

This is the train of thought he has.

"I'm doomed."

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She smiles serenly. "Children and wives are not troops to be ordered, my dear." She squeezes his hand again. "Don't worry. We won't overrun you. Much."

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"Much," he mimics, wrinkling his nose. "I'm going to go order around the realtor some more then. Enjoy yo- our yard."

He squeezes her hand once more and disappears back into the house. But when he finds the realtor it's just to say that he's going to look around the house once more and he heads back upstairs to one of the smaller bedrooms.

He sits down on the floor, in the middle of the room, and imagines a nursery.