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Of Hearth And Home

I walked into the living room, she was sitting down watching TV. I sat down next to her and placed a big yellow envelope on the coffee table in front of us. As she looked at it I muted the TV and looked at the captions.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked, "And what's that?" She pointed at the envelope.

I sat the remote down next to the yellow. "We need to talk." She turned to face me. I was still looking a the captions as they sped across the screen, but I could not longer make out what was happening with Stewie and Brian.

We had been together for two years and I knew being able to own this house meant a lot to her. Two years and 6 months, that's how long it took me to clean up my credit and be able to cosign the loan with her. It was our house.

Our house. It just feels so good to be able to say that. After five years of being in love with her (it took three before I could get up the nerve to say anything), of wanting to make her happy in any and every way I could. After her last tough break up; after all the tears and depression, after the friendship we built; we were living in Our Home.

"Open it," I pointed at the envelope and waited. She picked it up, leaned back on the couch and opened it, eyeing me from the corner of hers as she pulled out the paperwork. There was only two pieces of paper in them. Once of them was the deed to our house. The other was letter from a lawyer, that pretty much stated that I, Rene Jacobson, was of sound body and mind and understood what I was doing. She looked over the letter and her eyes got smaller as she understood what it was I understood that I was doing. She flipped over the deed to find all the fields filled out expect for one and her eyes began to tear.

"What are you doing?" The question was so soft I almost didn't hear it.

"Kim, I know how much this house meant to you. And what it means that you have it. And I want you to have it, always. It is our home, yes, but it's really yours. If you didn't want this I wouldn't have either. I never felt the need to own a home or make a permanent space for myself. So if anything should ever happen to me, or to us, I want you to have this."

I have seen her cry many a times in the past five years, but this only the second time I had caused it, and unlike the first time I didn't want to say anything stupid to make it worst, so I didn't say anything. I just waited. But then one minute became two, and two became three, then it was fifteen minutes later. "Kim, sign it, please."

"No." My face must of screamed confusion because after a second she continued. "It doesn't matter how much I wanted this, without you, I would not have it. Nor am I sure I would still want it. The fact that your name is on here means a lot to me. And if later, something should happen, we can deal with it then."

She then slide the papers back into the yellow and unmuted the TV. "I hate commercials" was the last thing she said. I leaned back, not sure what had just happened and focused on the television. Once I was leaned back and relaxed, she lifted up my right arm and slide her head onto my chest, I pulled her closer and our laughter was the only thing that interrupted Family Guy.

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