“I do,” he replies.
“So what’s the problem then?” I ask.
“I like your apartment.”
I giggle as I nearly choke on my wine. “You like my shitty apartment?” I splutter as I wipe my chin.
He smiles and shakes his head. “I know it’s stupid.”
I nod and laugh loudly. “That’s downright ridiculous. What do you like about my apartment?”
He shrugs and smiles. “I like that it was small and cosy, that once we were inside the rest of the world didn’t exist, no guards, no housemates. Just us.”
My heart melts a little and I pick up his hand and kiss it again. “You can say the most romantic things when you want to, my beautiful Lamborghini.”
He smiles as our eyes connect and he runs his thumb over my lip and leans in and kisses me gently on the lips.
“I like your house and I don’t want to move,” I reply as I pull out of his kiss.
He frowns. “I thought we agreed that we would move.”
I nod. “And we will when we have children and settle down. What’s the rush? We have forever, you have a beautiful house and your cars need that garage. I can’t imagine houses like that with those facilities are common.”
He nods as he thinks and sips his wine.
“Why can’t we just stay there and kick everyone else out?” I frown.
“What do you mean?” he asks
“Buy Cameron a house and find an apartment to rent for the girls.”
He frowns. “You would do that?”
“I don’t want them living with us either you know. I’m used to being alone with you and I would prefer it to stay that way,” I reply.
He smiles warmly and grabs my hand onto his lap as he thinks out loud. “Would Bridget be ok? I mean living with Abbie?” he asks.
I frown. “Hmm, actually, on second thoughts we may need to get two small apartments next to each other. Bridget won’t want to live with Abbs alone.”
He narrows his eyes. “Maybe Didge can live with Cam. I don’t want her alone,” he mutters.
I screw up my face. “Um hello, the reason she wouldn’t want to live with Abbie is because she would have to hear sex and I’m pretty sure that the sound effects would be much worse in Cameron’s place.”
“True, good point,” he mutters.
“What’s happening with Ben?” I ask.
“Nothing. I asked him today. He’s not going there with Didge. Said it was too complicated and he couldn’t be assed.”
My heart drops. “Oh, he said that?”
He shrugs. “Yeah, tell her to forget about it. It’s not happening.”
I nod. “That’s shitty. She likes him.”
Joshua shrugs. “How it is.”
He spins his glass by the stem as he contemplates telling me something and after a moment’s silence, I hear the words. “I rang my mother today.”