His nerves were on edge as he looked around the house, shirt off and the faintest gleam of sweat on his chest. Every piece of furniture in the house. Every chair, painting, vase, appliance was one that Iris had said she wanted or let her eye linger on a moment too long before saying it was too expensive of not necessary. The fresh paints on the wall were her choice. It was their home, but she was spending more time in it, so she deserved whatever made her happy.
He would no anything for a flash of that smile. It had taken weeks to find the perfect place. A home for them in the city that was not his back alley apartment or her home with her father and brother. But it was perfect. Not too large, but space for their family to grow, or people to crash at.
He even managed to convince the realtor to stall her a few days with news that they won the bid. Managed to get time off to sneak in and set everything up. Though he knew she might change things and was prepared to be the mule to shift things wherever she wanted.
Iris was the most important person to him now. Nothing short of Insomnia falling on top of him would keep him from devoting all he could to her. But today was the day. He slipped on his shirt carefully. The realtor told her they won and was bringing her to see their new home again while he was ‘at work’.