You sucked in a breath, glancing around the empty room. Every surface was completely covered in paint, splashes of (f/c) covering the plain walls. The paint had made it seem much more like a home, a place of your own, somewhere for just you and your family. Sure, you were only just starting, but this place already felt familiar. You smiled slightly, placing a hand over your face to shelter it from the sunlight bursting through the large window. It was perfect here; everything you had ever dreamed about in a home.
You chuckled slightly, deciding to award yourself a break. You'd been working all morning, the warm temperatures only making it harder; the loose t-shirt you were wearing had stuck to your skin with sweat and your head was buzzing. Yep, you decided, definitely time for a break. You stood up, taking one last long look at the room- you couldn't bring yourself to call it a nursery yet- before tapping your fingers slightly on the doorframe and leaving to find your husband.
He was in what you were planning would become the sitting room, surrounded by pots of the red ochre colour paint he'd assured you he loved. You'd have been thrilled, except for one thing; he was fast asleep, when he was supposed to be working. It was a thing of his, siesta; something you respected as his choice. But that didn't mean it pissed you off any less when he skived off duty. You knelt down next to him, huffing ever so slightly, before gently poking his face.
He let out a snore. Not a delicate little snore, little more than a breath; it was a loud snort.
Frustration growing ever so slightly, you poked slightly harder. He woke up this time, raising his eyelids slightly to see what was going on, before seeing it was you and springing to life, smile wide as ever. And, irritated as you were, you couldn't help smiling back ever so slightly.
"Is something wrong, Mi pequeno tomate?" That was his nickname for you, (little tomato). You had no idea when he'd started using it; probably back when the two of you had first become friends.
You snorted. "No, nothing. Because nobody is ignoring their jobs at all, are they?"
He didn't get the hint. "Bien", he replied, pulling himself up from the floor. He shifted closer to you, eventually resting his head on your shoulder, breathing into your ear. You flushed from ear to ear, unable to concentrate on anything other than him. You'd loved Antonio as long as you could remember; so long that you couldn't even comprehend not loving him. Your fingers tangled in his chestnut brown hair, pulling him a little closer.
"I love you so much," you moaned into his ear, wanting him to stay exactly where he was until the day ended, to stay this close to you until the end of time.
"Yo también te quiero", he murmured back, before pulling away slightly, only to pull you slightly forward, so that your lips met.
His mouth was just as warm as you remembered; his lips just as soft. You opened your mouth with another low moan, letting his tongue slide in, fighting yours for dominance. You quickly won, but he didn't seem to mind, letting you explore every part of his mouth. You were almost disappointed when he pulled away, leaving you still hungry for more. He staggered to his feet, offering you a hand and pulling you up. He was smiling even wider than normally, completely oblivious of the fact his t-shirt was splattered with paint. And, for once, you didn't really care.
You giggled, feeling slightly giddy. It was still a little hard for you not to be convinced that the past few months had been a dream. About a year ago, Antonio had announced he had a big question to ask you. Somehow, you hadn't figured out what he meant, meaning you blushed even harder when he brought out that little box, getting down on one knee. You were pretty sure you'd cried, not delicate little tears but a flood of salt water. Unsurprisingly, you said yes and he slid the single diamond onto your finger.
"[Name]?" A familiar voice dragged you back into the present. "[Name], are you listening?"
You blinked away the memories, trying to concentrate. "S-sorry." You flushed. "I wasn't listening."
He nodded in return. "[Name]."
"What were you thinking about?"
"W-what?" It wasn't the kind of question you had expected. It took you a few seconds to gather your thoughts, let alone covert them into English. Antonio must have had the patience of a saint, to put up with your pauses.
"Well", you said, finally, placing a hand over his "I was thinking about us, about all the stuff that's happened."
He squeezed your hand back, soft skin rubbing against soft skin, "Already? [Name], this is just the beginning."
"The beginning of what?" you asked, unsure of where he was going with this. His green eyes brightened as he answered.
"The beginning of our life together, Mi pequeno tomate."