Eric looked at everything. The way the house sat so proudly on its Earth, surrounded by flowers and wildlife. All of the minute details are really what captured his attention most -- the colors complimented each other, the flowers and bird house that suggested this space was destined to be full of life, even the white picket fence.
"A long time ago, back before I had any idea that I would ever be standing in this very spot, I think I would have told you that I wasn't the white picket fence type of guy. Of course I never really knew what I wanted back then, either, when I reflect on it. Places like these weren't the style I was into. Which is how we ended up in that awful apartment," Eric explained, finally pulling his attention from the house and offering it to Macklyn. Eric wasn't sure how much of his life before he had told Macklyn. He couldn't recall if his mate knew that much about his human life, not that it mattered anymore.
"But now, as I stand here, I think this house is probably the most perfect thing I have ever laid eyes on. Besides you. It's exquisite. Everything about it is very much the culmination of the pair of us, and even our little house on the cliff isn't as special as this one."
It filled him with happiness and pushed away any lingering despair.
"Have you seen the inside of it yet?" Had it been furnished already? Would they need to fill it with things of their own? Eric hadn't had to actually decide on matching patterns and complimentary decor in a very long time. And even when he had been presented with the task, Shelly ended up doing about all of the work.