Ben pulled his car up the drive to a little bungalow. Willow was beside him in her wedding gown, her fingers dancing on the skin of the top of his hand resting on the gearshift. He put the car in park once they were parked under the carport. She was quick to get out of the car, taking away the opportunity for Ben to open her door and whisk her off her feet. It was okay, though. This was one of the things he loved about her. She ran to a rock halfwall that was built to keep people from dropping of the cliff upon which the house was situated.
"Ben," she laughed gleefully. "Ben, this is beautiful."
He came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Thank you," she said softly as she gazed out at the sun setting over the ocean waves.
"You're welcome, my love," he said and kissed the side of her neck.
"This is much better than the apartment," she smiled.
"You haven't even seen the inside, yet," he said and took her hand to lead her into their new home.
His father had purchased it for them as a gift.
There was a red bow on the door knob. Ben took out his key to unlock the door. It creaked slightly as it opened to reveal the retro interior. The home had been built at the height of mid century modern architecture. The walls were olive green and the carpet was shag. Ben had moved some furniture in, but it looked incredibly bare.
Willow quickly kicked off her shoes and ran into the living room to jump onto the sofa.
"Bouncing on those cushions in that dress looks dangerous," Ben laughed at his carefree bride. "Come on, let's take a look at the rest of the home."
He helped her down from the sofa and walked her down a hall to show her a series of standard rooms, each empty and unassigned to a purpose yet. At the end of the hall was their master suite. She saw the bed and was quick to jump on the mattress.
"If you fall and hit your head..."
"You'll say, 'no more monkeys jumping on the bed'?" She laughed breathlessly as she continued to jump.
"I already told you that looked dangerous in your dress," he found that one of his hands subconsciously found its way to his hip and he laughed to himself.
"Then stop watching and come help me get the dress off," she huffed and dropped to land on her back.
He ran and jumped to land on his back next to her and she squealed, giggling as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.
She kissed his lips slowly as his hands found the zipper to her dress.
"We haven't even gotten to look at the kitchen, yet," Ben said through heavy breath as she undid his bow tie.
"It will still be a kitchen when we see it later," she teased and pulled the satin tie away from his neck.