CHAPTER 46
Kaya
I turn toward the house. It’s big, bigger than any house I’ve ever lived in. “Did you really buy this, for us?”
“My offer was accepted yesterday. Is that okay?”
“How many bedrooms is it?”
“Four and there’s a finished basement, maybe for a bar and pool table.” He smirks.
We start walking toward the door. “Sounds awesome.”
“Are you okay with me doing this? I wasn’t sure if I should have done it without you, but I was afraid someone was going to buy it.”
“I love it so far. More than that, I’ve always loved this road. I love how the houses aren’t right on top of each other. The idea of having neighbors that can see into my yard and house doesn’t appeal to me.”
“Me either,” he says as he unlocks the door.
“But I will be contributing. You’re not paying for this all on your own.”
“Your name will be on the deed, but we’ll work all that shit out later.”
Stepping inside is like a dream. Hardwood floors, wide open living room and a huge bay window.
The entire place is clean with all the potential in the world.
The kitchen is large as well with an island that runs the length of it.
It has silver appliances, a red tile backsplash, and beige tile floor.
“Guess I’m going to have to learn how to cook,” I say as I open cabinets and drawers.
“You can’t cook?”
“Nope. Is that a dealbreaker?” I ask.
He shakes his head as he places his hand on my waist. “No deal breakers. Maybe some cooking classes though.”
I laugh. “No way. I’ll learn to cook just like I do everything else. Research and practice.”
“Well, the closing is in about two weeks and then you can start practicing.
We tour the rest of the house for the next hour, picking out which room will be the baby’s, and what furniture we need to get, which is basically everything.
He lives at the clubhouse and I’ve been house hopping for years.
I do have my own bed and dresser from when I lived with Sophia, but they’re old and only suitable for a single person and definitely not big enough for a 6’4 biker.
So, we made the decision to buy new everything that would be totally ours.
Ours. This is so hard for me to wrap my head around.
I have a ring on my finger and a house that will officially belong to us after the closing, along with a growing baby in my womb.
Thinking about it like that makes it seem like it’s someone else’s life.
As I buckle my seat belt, I turn to Maverick. “If the closing isn’t for two weeks, how did you get a key?”
“I asked.”
I raise a brow. “Someone that knows the club?”
He nods.
“Of course.” I smile.
I hold my hand out in front of me as Maverick drives us back to the clubhouse.
I wobble my hand back and forth in the sun watching the ring glitter on my finger.
The fact that this was his grandmother’s ring means more to me than if he would have picked out the biggest diamond ring in the state of New Jersey.
I don’t have anything from my grandparents’ or even my parents’ for that matter.
No heirlooms at all, unless you count my old computer.
This ring. This beautiful ring will be our first heirloom.