“It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” Aidan replied, making another turn. “She needs a big house to keep the monsters in.”
“Monsters?”
“My three nephews.”
Emma giggled. “I see.”
Aidan eased into the driveway of a two-story brick house with white columns. Emma’s jaw dropped at how typically un-Aidan the house appeared. All that was lacking was a white picket fence with toys strewn about, and he would look like a regular suburban husband and father.
After Emma got out of the car, she walked out of the garage and widened her eyes at the emerald green grass and multicolored flowers. “Wow, did you do all this?” she asked, motioning to the immaculately kept lawn.
Aidan snorted. “Oh God no. I can’t grow anything but a little mold in my refrigerator. My dad is the one with the green thumb. Not only that, but he’s retired, so it’s his mission in life to do yard-work for his kids.”
“That’s really sweet of him.” She followed Aidan up the front porch steps and into the house. He punched in the code for the alarm when it started beeping. She tried not to show her surprise as she took in the wide-open floor plan of the living room. Floor to ceiling windows bathed the room in light, and high wooden beams crisscrossed over the ceiling. Considering what she had first thought of him, she expected furniture that was functional, modern, yet cold. Nothing like the warm overstuffed chair and love seat or the antique quilt swept over a couch. “Did you have a decorator?” she asked as she trailed behind him into the kitchen.
“No, I did it all myself. Well, my sisters helped of course. They take it upon themselves to spoil me in all domestic areas.” He turned around and surveyed her expression. “So you like it?”
“Like it? I love it. You’ve gone above and beyond just investing in some property. This is a home anyone would be proud of.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Thank you. Coming from someone like you, that means a lot.”
“Someone like me?”
He raked his fingers through his hair, stopping to tug at the strands at the nape of his neck. “Oh you know, someone who is real—someone who appreciates a home over a house.”
Emma opened her mouth to respond, but a loud thump interrupted them.
Aidan rolled his eyes. “I should probably warn you about Beau.”
“You have a roommate?”
He chuckled. “Not unless you consider an eighty pound black Lab who eats me out of house and home and snores louder than a bear a roommate.”
“Oh you have a dog!” Emma squealed.
He gave her an odd look. “Damn, I didn’t think you’d be that excited about my old smelly Lab.”
She grinned. “You don’t know how much I love dogs! I’ve wanted to get one for so long, but my schedule has been so crazy I was afraid it would be alone too much.”
“I understand. I actually take Beau to Doggy Daycare a couple days a week.”
“You do?” she asked, fighting to keep the corners of her lips from turning up in a smile.
With a scowl, he replied, “Yeah, yeah, I’m a total pussy.”
Emma stood up on her tiptoes to ruffle Aidan’s hair playfully. “Aw, actually I think it’s sweet you do that for Beau.” Then she moved her hand down to his chest. “And it just goes to show what I really believed all along—you actually have a heart in there.”
“I’m glad to hear I’m coming up a little in your esteem. I would hate to have our future child scarred because his mother thought his dad was a heartless, sex-fiend asshole.”
Her face crumpled as she snatched her hand away from his chest. Aidan gave her a sheepish look. “I didn’t mean to upset you by mentioning the baby.”
“It’s okay. I’m way too emotional today.”
He cupped her chin and gave her a reassuring smile. “It will happen, Emma. It may be next month or next year, but you’re going to get pregnant.”
Tears pricked her eyes. “Thank you.”
“Even if we die trying, we’ll make it happen.”
She laughed. “Somehow I think you would enjoy the death by sex part.”
His eyes closed in exaggerated bliss. “I can’t imagine a better way to go.”
They were interrupted by a low, keening howl at the basement door. “Guess I better let Beau out before he has a nervous breakdown,” Aidan said. He turned the knob, and Beau came lunging out. He immediately tackled Emma to her knees, but she just laughed good-naturedly. “Down Beau! No jumping!” Aidan bellowed.
“It’s okay,” she said, as Beau slurped his pink tongue over her cheek. “He’s just glad to see somebody.”