There goes the coffee that the designer was drinking. All over the floor.
Truthfully, she knew this day was coming. She and Marcus had been married for about a year now, and it was the next obvious step in their relationship. However, they’d never really talked about kids. She knew that she wanted some definitely, but…
Icy blues rove up to Marcus’, her face filling with a crimson flush.
Yes, that was a slowly growing smile on the designer’s face.
The home designer was somewhat thankful that the coffee spit tank didn't go directly in his direction, though he did dread the fact it messed up the carpet. While his wife's path was a lot more simple, he traversed through his own skill set of sculpting and a mix of his wife's designing to somehow end up at home décor. Finding the variety of amenities available having piqued his interest, he quickly got interest in home design, though mainly internal as external was mainly a combination of floral, paint, and simple caretaking.
"Yes really.....and that look on your face tells me the subject might be one you wanted."
His eyes were laced with a mixture of his standard adoration and the playfulness that seeped in seeing his wife's reaction, though his face still did blossom to a scarlet blush.