A Not-So-Empty Corner
It was barren, but it was theirs. That made it incredibly special.
He stood in the empty kitchen, wondering how long it would be till this room and the others in the small house would be furnished.
The apartment fire had destroyed everything. Renter’s insurance was covering the cost of replacing clothes and some necessary pieces of furniture that they still needed to shop for, but it couldn’t cover the cost of everything. Not that it mattered. They had each other, and after the trauma of the fire, they were happy to be able to say that.
They’d talked about finding another apartment, but it was depressing to think of once again having to start from scratch and still share walls with strangers. A search through the real estate section of the paper and a small bank loan was now making it possible for them to purchase this small house. It was one floor, a tiny 800 square feet that housed a living room, bathroom, one bedroom, and the kitchen he stood in.
He moved to the room’s window, looking out at the miniscule backyard and thinking that the grass needed mowed. Strong arms wrapped around his waist as he stood there.
“All right?” the deep voice questioned as he was hugged from behind.
He nodded, but it must not have been convincing as the arms around him pulled backwards. He found himself urged to the floor, his back pressing against the man he’d committed his heart to and sitting with him in a corner of the small kitchen.
“I know it’s small and empty,” the voice behind him soothed, “but we’ll get the necessities and replace the rest as we can.”
It was comforting to hear, but he didn’t really need it. His head tilted slightly as he felt a kiss dropped warmly on his neck. He closed his eyes with contentment. “As long as you’re here, I can wait for everything else,” he assured.
A hand lifted and cupped his cheek, turning his head so he could see the familiar blue eyes of his husband.
“I’ll always be here. Welcome home, Love.”