It's January and Holt and I are starting to look for a new place to stay.

"Do you like this one?" Holt asks me. We're lying in bed sorting through places for sell on real estate websites. Holt's resting his head on my stomach, his lap top resting on his own while I'm on my pad. He's wearing his sexy glasses. It takes all of my self control not to just throw the electronic devices away and have my wicked way with him.

And right now he's showing me a huge house that would be about half an hour from my parents' place. The place looks like it could house a football team.

"That looks way too expensive. Let's try not starting our married life with way more debt than we already have," I tell him.

Holt sighs, and takes his glass off, rubbing his eyes. Nooooooo, put them back on. "Maybe we should look for a real estate agent," he tells me.

"But do we really want a house?" I whine a little.

All this time he's been looking for houses while I've been looking for condos.

Holt puts his glasses back on and narrows his eyes at me a little, but he looks amused. "Why are you so against a house?"

"Because I don't want to shovel snow during the winter okay?"

He barks a surprised laugh. He's definitely amused now. "You're such a diva. If we get a house, I'll shovel."

I roll my eyes. "And watch that be the end of our marriage. On the divorce papers when they ask what's the reason you'll add an option that says He wouldn't shovel the damn snow with me."

"I really don't mind shovelling." Holt turns his head a little and kisses me. He's kissing me on my shirt, but I still feel it. I always feel it.

"Because you're all muscles and manliness," I tease him.

"Exactly."

"I don't think we need something too big that's all," I start to explain, "We're always travelling around. We're not always home. A big house is a big responsibility."

"Not too big, huh?" Holt says with a little smirk.

How I can ever get anything accomplish around this man is still a mystery to me. "Get your mind out of the gutter. And that's another thing. A house means we'll have to clean gutters."

"We can hire people for that. And I can also clean your gutter," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows.

I lean forward and wrap my arms around his head, kissing his hair three times while he laughs.

"Look, we don't need a house," Smooches tells me when I stop kissing him, while he runs his fingers lighting on my jaw, "But I never really had a home. At least where I grew up never felt like it. So I would love to have a home with you, a nice place that we can call our own. And you're right, it doesn't need to be a palace, but I don't think we should live in a shoebox either. I'd like to have yard and a place big enough that we can have a guestroom and Dean can sleep over some times when we babysit him. A place where we can both have our offices and plaster the walls with pictures. A place where we don't have neighbours on the other side of the wall so I don't have to be quiet all the time."

I want to tell him that even if we have neighbours right now he doesn't really stay quiet, but instead I run my fingers through his hair and say, "I love you. I know I say it all the time but it never makes me mean it any less. I love you."

He smiles softly at me. It melts my heart. "I love you too."

We're just both looking at each other and I'm just happy feeling his warmth against me, having this little argument that's not really an argument but that's just us voicing what we want, without pushing the other, without forcing anything.

"Fine, we can look for a house," I tell him.

Holt automatically sits up. "Thank you. But we'll do that later now," Holt says with a sexy smile and takes the pad out of my hands and his lap top and puts them on the table beside our bed before crushing my body under his own.