"In all honesty, I'd never planned on marrying so soon, if indeed at all. So I've not actually thought about what I wanted, or living arrangements."
Noah ran his hand over the back of his neck. It was all so overwhelming, but at the same time, distant and unreal. "Governmental regulations stipulate that we live together--or at least provide the appearance of such. I live at the Harbor Steps apartments and have for eight years. But it has only one bedroom, and so not enough room for Jason."
And living with Jason was a whole concern of its own, but not one he wanted to deal with at the moment.
"I suppose that the size of where we live depends on whether you wish for me to have a room of my own or not. I'm presuming nothing, here. I don't know if you want to live separate lives in the same household, sleeping together only when the time is best for you to conceive or if you want to be more traditional." He smiled humorlessly. "And I'm sure that I could've stated that better in some way or another. Less clincally, I'm sure."