Page 61 of The Impossible

She smiled, continuing to brush. “Not too long, but I figured I’d see how collarbone length treats me. You like it?”

“I like everything about you. Kinda fucking biased.”

She laughed and so did I, trapping a few strands of her jet-black hair between my fingertips.

“That’s a good thing. Are you mine today?”

I chuckled at her question. “I’m yours every day, but if you’re asking if I’m with you today, then yeah. I figured we’d go find a new couch.”

She cackled. “I love that couch.”

“I hate it.”

“And remember what I said. You hate it, then we can pick something out together that we’ll both like.”

“So get dressed. Let’s go sofa shopping.” It felt so weird coming out of my mouth given I had never been. I wasn’t above it or anything like that. I just didn’t. Any place I’d ever had, I paid somebody to decorate. The last two, Amethyst handled. But last night I texted her, asking for a few spaces to privately view furniture. Turned out she too hated the couch, so she set up a private showing for us.

“Sofa shopping? Hondo?”

“Yeah. Then let me feed you and we’ll get into whatever we get into as the day progresses.”

She smiled widely. “I like the sound of that. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Good.”

While she dressed in the bedroom, moving into her closet, I dressed in my closet. I put in a quick call to have dinner prepared on the marina, and a few private shopping experiences put together for us, given we’d be that way.

We left the house two hours later and arrived at the furniture showing almost immediately. It was closed to the public, so I didn’t have to worry about having it shut down for safety reasons. We were in a four-story building with nothing but furniture and several people on the clock to aid us in spending a fortune.

“I like this one. Don’t you?” Nic asked, taking a seat on a cream chaise sectional. “It wasn’t here when we came.”

The saleswoman began to speak when I took a seat next to Nic. “It’s one of Norwalk’s newest designs. We just got it in yesterday. The colors are a dark earth and this beige cream.”

The last three sofas Nic liked I hated, so I didn’t take a seat or test them out.

“Honestly, this isn’t bad,” I responded.

“Good, can I see the earth color?” Nic asked.

“Coming right up.” The sales associate smiled, then pranced off, leaving just me and Nic in the area.

“What’s wrong with this color? You like it.”

“We’re about to have a baby, then a toddler. This cream won’t stand a chance ,no matter how much I like it.” She frowned a bit, which brought a smile to my face. The reason she’d picked that ugly ass sofa at the house was her being practical.

“Nic, get the color you like. This one. You’re thinking ahead, but what’s to say we’ll still have this couch when the baby comes? Or when she’s a toddler? Get what you want. P.S sofas can be cleaned.” I said that last part to fuck with her.

“First of all, I’m aware of that, asshole.”

I grinned, watching ol’ girl bring a swatch of the other color. “Nah, we’re good. We’ll take this color. And how long for delivery?”

“Today, if needed,” she offered, looking from me to Nic.

“Good, What’s the process of donating a couch?” I then asked and Nic nailed me right on my shoulder.

“No need. It’s going in the in-law suite,” she said quickly, side eyeing me.

I laughed. “Yo, as long as I don’t have to look at it, fine.”