Taking my face in his hands, Josh kisses me softly. “After being with your family I want that. I want it all, Joey. Watching your cousins run around and jump in the pond and seeing your parents dote on them, I want that for us. I want to have children with you.”
“What?” My eyebrows rise as I step back. “Is this because of Jules?”
“God no. This is because I saw what a real family could be like and I know together we can do that.”
“Wow.”
“Do you not want kids? I thought—”
I hold my hand up to stop him. “I do. I always have. I knew with you it’d be a hard sell, but when Jules told you she’s pregnant I thought that would make you shut down completely. That children would never be an option for us.”
“I’m making it an option if you want, Joey.” He pulls me back into his arms.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?”
I nod and wipe away the tears that have fallen. “Yeah.”
“Perfect. Now before we decide about the house, let me tell you that it comes fully furnished if we want and the owner has never lived here.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It means we get to be the first ones to have sex in the house!”
I roll my eyes. “Is that all you think about?”
He smiles then laughs. “You know, apparently it is. I can’t get enough of you.”
I want to tell him that I feel the same way, but I like the idea of him needing me. He can have anyone he wants and he’s chosen me and it’s not because of circumstance. And I still fear he could leave me for Jules. They have history and the baby is coming sooner rather than later. Does that mean I go off the pill now to secure him, or do I trust that he’s not going anywhere?
“What do you think of the house, Mr. Wilson?” the agent asks Josh, knowing full well he’s the one with the money.
“We love it.”
“Would you like to make an offer on it?”
Josh looks at me for an answer, but I can’t give him one. Can I see myself living here? Yes, I can. I can see it all. My parents visiting, my cousins doing cannon balls into the pool, Josh over by the grill and our children being held and loved by our family.
“Yeah,” he answers, never taking his eyes off of me. “All cash offer. I want to close tonight if possible.”
“I’ll be right back, Mr. Wilson.”
“Josh—”
He silences me with his lips. “I saw it, too, Joey and I want it. I want the noise from our visitors, the wet feet traipsing through the house. I want the sounds of laughter and the smell of a home to be all around us, and this house does it for us.”
“But it’s expensive.”
“It’s what I’m making off my next movie. We’ll be fine. I promise.”
We sit on the edge of the pool with our feet in the water. Josh says the house is ours unless someone else is coming in higher, but cash usually speaks louder.
“Do you like the furniture?”
“I wouldn’t change it now, if that’s what you’re asking. This house is huge, Josh. I don’t know where I’d begin if I had to decorate it myself.”
“Mr. Wilson?”