Something All Your Own - Room To Grow (a Guns For Hire fanfic)

[churbooseanon]

Summary: When you’re going to have a family, you need to have room for it. And so the two of them have to find one that suits what they want and who they want to be.

Something All Our Own - Room To Grow (A Guns for Hire fanfic)

    “Butch, this is the fifth or sixth we’ve seen today. Can we just stop? I want to get a real lunch.”

    Florida chuckled, not even bothering to respond to that. They both know that it wasn’t lunch that had her worked up. Not that Texas would admit to being tired or footsore. His beloved Reina was a proud woman, and it was part of what he loved about her. She didn’t need help, she didn’t want help, even after all the years they’ve been together. But this was the final house they were going to visit today, and he had to make sure they tried it. Having a family wasn’t exactly something that you did lightly. When you wanted one, you made sure you had the room for it. Or so Florida had heard. Thus this, their search for a new, family friendly home to house their soon to be family.

    “Come on,” Florida smiled, offering her his arm. There were moments he was glad of his chivalrous streak. It meant that she could take his arm now and rest some of her weary body against him without it being a blow to her pride, or an affront to her strength. After all, she always took his arm when he offered if they weren’t back at the base or around her family. When it was them then he could be courteous and she could trust him, for just a moment, to be her strength.

    “After this one we’ll go back,” he promised. Back to his safehouse turned into their secure place to let her family visit, and to the hearty and healthy meal he has made for them both.

    “Yeah, you said that last time,” she countered, hardly sounding impressed.

    “And this time I mean it,” he laughed, guiding her up and toward the door. Once they were at the control pad he punched in the access code to open the airlock to them, and pulled her with him. He’d been lucky to get a real estate broker that was willing to look the places over themselves. It had taken a touch of blackmail, of course, but this wasn’t the sort of thing they were prone to sharing.

    “If you don’t, I’m going to kick your ass,” Texas warned him, and even though Florida chuckled in response, he knew she was quite serious.

    “I know, love, I know,” he assured her as he closed the airlock door behind them and set the thing to filter. For half a moment he got to enjoy the sensation of her leaning against him, just briefly, and then the inner door opened.

    The sight that he was presented with almost took his breath away. The door opened into a lovely entrance hall, the helmet charging stations by the door made of lovely, decorative wood with embellished work on the sides. The hall itself was covered with beautiful faux-wood, the grain on it almost looking real with the beautiful shine it had been polished to. Already he could imagine the soft rug he would put in front of the door, the little shoes abandoned by the door, maybe a rain coat hung up on a hook.

    He was getting sentimental in his old age.

    “Waste of space,” Tex observed as she stepped forward without him.

    “Just because you’ve never had one doesn’t mean it is a waste of space,” Florida countered, following her toward the open room beyond. It was a moderately sized with mediocre carpeting, but how hard would it be to set it up with soft, stain-resistant carpet? From what the Ai brothers said, children made messes. There were spills, there were mistakes, there were accidents, and he would happily clean them all up.

    “This looks good,” she admitted, already moving across the living room, bare of any furniture, and within seconds she was sitting in the bay window. An actual, honest to god bay window. Florida hadn’t seen those since he was back on Genos. A far distant childhood which he cared not to think about, except for in the beautiful, shining moments called forth by sights like the beautiful blonde woman sitting on the wood, staring through the window. The light of the sun through the drapes made her skin positively glow. Radiant. Yes, that was the only way he could describe her.

    The woman, so help him, was the most beautiful thing he could fathom.

    “We could get pillows for it,” Florida noted. As he approached she pulled her legs up, making space for him to sit on the opposite corner. Immediately he obliged, curling up across from her. There was plenty of room for them to share like this. Add blankets and they could handle any weather in comfort. “In fact, a nice long cushion to sit on, pillows for your back, and I could knit a soft throw for us.”

    “Always looking for an excuse, aren’t you?” she chuckled, shaking her head.

    “Let’s be happy I haven’t started on baby booties and hats and onesies,” Florida teased, his foot coming out to nudge her leg.

    “Why haven’t you yet?” she asked, smiling softly at him.

    “Need to know the colors,” Florida grins. “I mean, I can make neutral ones, but I figured I’d want some to go with the nursery, and we need a place to have a nursery before we talk colors.”

    “You really are getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” Tex shook her head, uncoiling herself as she stood. “Come on, we haven’t seen much of this place yet.”

    No, he supposed they hadn’t. Florida stood as well, offering his hand. After a moment Tex accepted, tangling their fingers together of her own accord. He let her tug him on toward the dining room. There was still so much to go, so many places to search, so many little details to find, but right now?

    In that last moment with her bathed in that light and absolutely glowing with the height of her life and vitality, and shining almost with the new life growing within her, Florida knew this would be the place. He needed her in this light, in this place. Everything else could be made to suit them if he could just have her here in this place, looking like that.

    “Alright then. Let’s go see more, beloved. Need plenty of space here. And we both know how important the kitchen is going to be to me.”

    “Cooking freak,” she teased.

    “Ah, but I am your cooking freak,” he countered with a wink. Which was all that mattered. That no matter what, he was hers.