Page 134 of Rejection and Redeemed
“Then come and see it. I want to show you something,” Jacob said, sitting up and pulling Fran up.
“Really? Now?” Fran complained.
“Yep, come on, sweetheart,” Jacob said, getting out of the bed and pulling Fran with him. Jacob pulled him to the bedroom door.
“Wait, babe,” Fran said, stopping.
Jacob looked at Fran. “What? Don’t you want to see the furniture?”
“Yeah, but babe, we need to put sweatpants or PJ bottoms on first.”
Jacob looked at Fran, then himself. “Oh yeah, we really should.”
They both went into the wardrobe and pulled on sweatpants before Jacob took Fran’s hand again.
They walked into the first room and Fran gasped. “Oh babe, this furniture is stunning,” he said looking around. All the furniture was antique mahogany pieces.
Jacob pulled Fran over to the writing bureau.
“Oh, Jacob, this is stunning.” Fran ran his hand over it.
The writing bureau was also made out of mahogany. It had three draws, with a cupboard on top. Fran pulled the door down and saw it had green leather on the inside.
“Here,” Jacob said, pulling out two pieces of wood as far as they would go, on either side of the bureau, creating the writing desk. Further back were smaller draws and trays.
“This is amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart because it’s yours.”
Fran looked at Jacob. “What?”
“This bureau is for you. As soon as you said you wanted one, I knew this was yours and that you would love it. I meant to put a bow on it for you, but?—”
He didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence as his arms were suddenly filled with a very happy Fran who was kissing the stuffing out of him.
Finally, they pulled back.
“Thank you, babe. It’s just perfect.”
“We’ll find the best place for it. And anything here you don’t like we can get rid of, but I think your furniture will mix nicely with these ones.”
“It really will. Let’s look next door,” Fran said, taking Jacob’s hand and pulling him quickly into what was to be their kitchen and dining room.
This room was stacked with boxes as well as furniture.
Fran let go of Jacob’s hand to look round.
Jacob sunk onto a dining room chair, his breathing laboured.
Fran spun around, the smile on his face dropping. “Oh, babe, sorry,” he said, rushing back to his side and dropping to his knees in front of him, his hand on Jacob’s thighs.
“Not your fault sweetheart. I’m trying to be normal, walk normally, but sometimes I forget.”
“Babe, it hasn’t been that long and look at what you can achieve already. Plus, you got shot in the head the other day. I forgot. Now, do you know what’s in all the boxes?”
“Everything from home. Samantha said she packed up everything for me. So I’m guessing it’s everything I didn’t have time to pack.”
“Then we’ll have fun unpacking and discovering what’s in there.”
