his_sarah_jane | [Milliways] OOM: London, 2006.

It had been two wonderful weeks of honeymoon spent in a suite on the capital city of Eiattu. The week that followed back in James' - no, their - world had been a busy one. Sarah had had her first appointment with a doctor in London had been successful. Although it was still too early to determine the gender, so far the child was completely healthy.

Aside from that, Sarah Jane had renewed searching for a flat with new interest. After a meeting with a real estate agent today, she came home absolutely thrilled. They had planned on letting a place, preferably a snug but no two snug two-bedroom somewhere in Notting Hill not too far from the neighborhood they resided in now.

But this? This was perfect. She had quickly fallen in love with a four story town house on Portland Road that her agent had taken her on a tour on. It seemed perfect for a family: enough spare rooms to serve as home offices, a beautiful kitchen, and a patio garden that was absolutely charming. She had all the photographs and papers and blue prints scattered on the table in front of her. And an appointment for viewing again later tonight.

She stared at it happily. Now she only needed James' opinion on it.

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And so, Sarah leads the way up two flights of stairs until they're on the third floor. They walk past the stairway upward to the end of the hall.

"The washroom is in there," she says, pushing gently on the door to her left. "And that, opposite us, would be the master bedroom."

It's the biggest bedroom in the townhouse, and the room Sarah Jane had fallen in love with the most. The room is painted to offset the fireplace and the two front aspect windows let a little of the street light trickle in. It is everything she had previously described it as earlier.

"It's nice," he says, audibly impressed. There isn't anything wrong with the house, as far as he can see. The only problem is money.

Funny how a man who, not too long ago, never planned for the future is now concerned about finances.

"I think it's much more than nice, James," she responds, pulling him over towards the center of the bedroom. She places a hand on his other arm when she stops, leaning up to whisper in his ear, "I fancy it as perfect."

Then, continuing on the impulse from the kitchen minutes earlier, she kisses his earlobe and starts a chain leading to his lips.

"Mmm, Sarah, I don't think that's such a good idea." Yeah, he does like being kissed, but he also knows them and where a things like that would lead to.

"If we put the payment down, it wouldn't be a problem," she murmurs, working her way down his chin to the other side of his neck. "Could you imagine making love in a room like this? Or the kitchen? Or the garden? Or christening every single part of this house? We'd be busy for hours."

"--I was talking about what you're doing now."

She giggles and blushes, finally pulling away. Sarah Jane crosses to the corner. He's right, after all. Especially given the state she's in, the christening would start far before they made the initial payment.

"Seducing you into helping to buy a house probably wasn't one of my best ideas," she mutters, not ready to turn around and face him. "I don't know why I thought it would work. There's far too many serious decisions that go in to something like this. I think, though, that this would be a lovely place for us to grow old together, James. There's plenty of space and it's in a rather convenient location. And we can afford it. We just have to be careful."

"Yes, but... I'm still a little concerned, you know. Val--I mean, our child won't be here for a while yet, but before we make sure she has enough space we have to be certain we have enough money to raise her. I think affording food and clothing is a lot more important in the near future than living in a house."

"Valerie," Sarah corrects, rather amused at his slip of tongue.

"And I do have money. I wouldn't suggest this sort of possibility if I hadn't looked in to all the factors it would affect. It's what I've been doing all day, James. We can afford it, be careful for the next few months until Valerie is born. I'll be getting a proper job soon enough, and I've been writing freelance since the engagement. Then, when I go home, there's that money - enough that we wouldn't have to worry about feeding and clothing Valerie or ourselves."

He nods. "All right." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he moves towards one of the windows, staring beyond the blinds.

Hopefully, "Really?"

He glances at her over his shoulder, grinning slightly. "Yes, really."

Sarah Jane beams at him before running over and throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

There are tears in her eyes that drip down on to his shoulder as she buries her head there. "Thank you, James. Thank you so much."

He grins warmly, returning his gaze out the window, placing his arms on top of hers. "You're welcome."

She turns slightly to rest her head on his shoulder. One arm goes around his waist while her free hand is used to wipe at her tears.

In her opinion, the silence is too perfect to ruin with any more words. Even standing in what would shortly be their new bedroom, Sarah Jane can't help but think that it isn't the house that matters:

It's her family that makes her most at home. And she adores this one, so very much.

[Milliways] OOM: London, 2006.

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