organicmeatbag | [M-OOM] Alderaan

He can feel her watching him, his gaze out the window, and he shrugs. "Do you like it?" he asks, as though she hasn't been saying she has all throughout the house.

She sighs and crosses her arms. "Yes. I do. Do you?"

Revan shrugs again. "I liked that other one."

And by that other one, he means that one they saw the other day; that more expensive one they definitely cannot afford even with the funds Revan has been withholding from Kira.

"But only by a little more," he adds as he turns and crosses to Kira, giving her a peck on the lips.

And then he strodes out of the room to go look at the master bedroom.

She just stands there for a moment, where he left her, and she stares out the window for a long moment.

After that she follows Revan into the master bedroom. "Well, we can't afford the other one. I liked that one too. But...I like this one too."

"So you've said. Several times." Revan frowns, turning to eye Kira. "Are you saying you want this one?"

"I'm saying we need a house. And I like this one the best out of all the ones we've seen." She takes a step forward. "I don't want to see anymore."

Revan crosses his arms over his chest, his frown deepening. "You make it sound like you want this one because you're tired of looking."

But he shrugs, dropping his arms back to his side. "I had excepted, I don't know, jumping up and down from you when we found the right place."

"It apparently doesn't work like that." She smiles softly. "But I like this one. It's just...empty. Wait till it turns into a home, then you'll get your jumping."

She reaches out to rub his arm. "I love it. It's the right place."

His frown has not faded. "I just want you to be sure. Because you're stuck here. For life. With me." Or until, y'know, they move and buy another house.

"I know." She says, nodding. "And that's what I want."

"It's got only three bedrooms," he points out. Three spacious bedrooms, but three bedrooms nonetheless. "What if we...ended up having another baby?"

"The girls can share," She points out, but looks slightly wide-eyed. "No...no more babies, though."

"I'm not thrilled at the idea of having more either," he says, dryly, "but we never exactly planned on the girls."

"Don't worry. We'll make plans from now on." She promises.

"That sounds kind of ominous," he says, eying her suspiciously before going to check out the lovely master bath.

"I'm just saying that I don't want anymore unplanned children." Kira says, following him.

"Well, we'll figure something out then," he says, standing in the shower and looking as though he's calculating the space in it. "Preferably a non-permanent solution."

She eyes him in the shower with a slight grin. "Don't worry. I wasn't planning on chopping anything off."

"I wouldn't let you chop anything off." And then he winks at her. "This shower fits two, easily."

"Easily if one wasn't pregnant with twins." Kira grins, looking at the shower.

Revan waves her off, hopping out of the shower. "Snugger fit, but still enough room."

She grins, and wanders out of the bathroom and back into one of the smaller rooms.

Revan follows, much like a rejected puppy.

"What're you thinking?" he asks as he glances around the room.

"Just...thinking about how this place'll look after a few years of kids." She smiles over at him.

Revan snorts. "Messy?"

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