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“I like coming here.”
Wesley’s eyebrow raised, “Because of the servants?”
“No…” Angela drawled melodically.
“Uh-huh.”
“I mean not really — it’s just so spacious and free here. Even more so without the kids around,” she spelled out. “We don’t really get that at home. Not anymore anyway.”
“What do you mean?” Wesley asked. “Jack and Emmy sleep in their room nowadays, Emmy might sneak in here and there but — “
“Yeah but, what about just having space.”
Wesley gave her a bewildered look, normally he was quick to understand what his wife was implying. However in this case, he was complete and utterly lost.
“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to catch your drift.”
Angela rolled her eyes, “You really need me to spell it out for you?”
“Uh… give me a second,” he replied drinking another sip of his coffee, “I think I’m still sleepy from the night before.”
“Mhmm.”
He stood up from his seat at the dining table with the coffee in his hand as he took another look her. The past couple nights have been rough, Emmy sneaking into their bed and to make things worse — her having a nightmare and waking them up in the middle of the night. Work hadn’t exactly been easy for either of them so sleepless nights were less than ideal.
Then it hit him.
He spun around as he caught her gaze.
“You want to move?”
Angela smirked, “I think it makes sense. Besides, it’s not like we can’t afford it? We’ve joked about buying islands and amazing getaway vacations that we’ve yet to take… so why not a new house? With maybe a pool… perhaps a jacuzzi as well and maybe a little basketball court for Jack and Emmy to run around in?”
“Wow, you’ve thought about this.”
“I have.”
Wesley took a step towards the kitchen counter as he leaned back on the island. He normally was quick with giving his wife whatever she asked for — but this time she actually meant it and it was a big ask. Not that he ever needed to give her permission to make such a purchase, though she wouldn’t think to without his knowledge. Not with something like this.
“Do you have a place in mind?”
“I’m not saying we have to live here, because I don’t think you’d want to be that close to your mom,” she spoke, “And I’m also not expecting anything too fancy. I’ve never needed that, however we do need a house with at least three or four bedrooms and three bathrooms. With a big enough backyard for something.”
“Okay that sounds… pretty fair,” he nodded.
Her eyes narrowed, “You’re okay with us moving?”
“I’m not against the idea and you’re right. With the kids getting bigger… I’m sure we can’t keep them in the same room for much longer,” he grinned. “Plus, I’ve noticed you wanting to come here on the weekends kid free. Or if you don’t, you’ve dragged me to the spa.”
“The spa does wonders Wesley, look at your skin,” she pointed out.
He smiled warmly, “I wasn’t complaining, I would much rather spend time with you than be at work.”
“Nice save,” she chuckled.
“I believe you weren’t done,” he gestured.
“Far from it,” she spoke, “I did get a chance to look at the neighborhoods, of course I’ll miss being so close to the station — however that is a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
Wesley let out a soft laugh.
“I’ve narrowed it down to three neighborhoods. Brentwood, Glendale or Burbank.”
“In that particular order?”
“Hmmm…”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“You’re right,” Angela admitted. “I don’t know… I don’t want to overdo it or anything but — “
“No it’s okay Ange,” he smiled as he approached her. “We can have whatever we want and it’s not like we haven’t been cautious with how we manage our trust fund.”
Something about the way he said our trust fund warmed her heart. Wesley had always been open to using it for whatever they needed and never insisted on getting his permission before making any kind of purchase. He really was the perfect man and husband, something she’d never take for granted.
“Our trust fund?”
“Yeah,” he reassured, “It was ours the moment you said yes.”
“You’re such a sap.”
Angela had managed to make her way towards him in the kitchen as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Only for you.”
Their foreheads touched, sharing a moment of silence. Then their eyes locked, and suddenly the laughter died, replaced by a kiss too significant to be casual.
For just a short while, they’d all but forgotten where they were — not home.
“Oh!” Patrice cried out, “Sorry to interrupt.”
Angela immediately broke the kiss as her cheeks became somehow more flushed as she looked at Patrice, quite mortified. It was one thing to be caught by family and friends, but it’s another when it’s your mother in-law.
“Patrice, I’m sorry. We got a bit carried away — “
She chuckled, “It’s okay my dear, I’ve walked in on worse.”
“Mom,” Wesley glared.
“Oh I didn’t mean you. Even though — “
“Mother!” He exclaimed.
“Okay okay… I won’t elaborate,” she smirked, “But Angela, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Thank you, I think,” Angela smiled nervously.
“You’re both still clothed so really, water under the bridge.”
Angela walked back over to the dining table as she grabbed her mug of coffee and took a generous mouthful.
“Anyway…” Wesley spoke as he followed behind his wife, “Do you know if Gary still has that listing in Brentwood?”
She turned her gaze towards her son, “I believe so, why do you ask?”
“Do you happen to know what the listing entails? How many bedrooms, bathrooms and if there’s a spacious backyard?”
“I want to say it’s at least a four bedroom, three bath and a generous backyard area,” she answered. “Are you guys thinking of moving?”
Wesley and Angela’s eyes met as they both turned to look at Patrice.
“Yes we are,” Angela smiled, “We thought it was time for a bigger place and… “
“You need your space,” Patrice finished, “Away from the children.”
“Exactly!” Angela smiled, “You get it.”
“I absolutely do my darling,” Patrice chuckled, “Even with just one child… Wesley was more than a handful at times.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah… he would sneak out and think I didn’t know and — “
“Mom, can we not?” Wesley pleaded, “Maybe you could give Gary a call about the listing? If he’s available we could swing by to check out the house.”
“Ah right, let me give him a quick ring.”
Wesley watched as his mom stepped away from the dining table meanwhile Angela’s gaze does not leave him.
“What?”
She grinned, “Awfully quick to interrupt your mom from story time.”
“Haha… it’s not anything new. I told you I was rebellious during my teenage years.”
“I’m sure you were.”
“I was.”
“So… we’re really doing this then?”
“No backing down now Lopez,” he teased.
“I never back down Evers.”