166, Overlooking the desert

166, Overlooking the desert
Tite
To no one's surprise, the club voted to become a pack. There wasn’t a single vote against it, and I had never felt so proud and excited. The next morning, I was sitting at the conference table trying to plan the next wave of renovations. We had decided we would need guest rooms for the ceremony. After discussing it with Francesca, we decided the best thing to do was to build a new wing to the house, which would be useful in the future as well. Luckily, we were far enough from town not to have to worry about zoning permits or anything like that. Nash walked into the room.
“Why are you sitting in here?” he asked, bending down to kiss me.
“Our room felt a little cramped. I needed a new setting, and this was a good spot to work without being interrupted,” I told him.
“You need an office,” he said. I shrugged.
“It’s not top of the list. It’s better we focus on housing first – apartments and actual houses. Then we can worry about offices, common areas and shops,” I reminded him. He frowned.
“I know it’s sensible, but I don’t like you having to sit here and work,” he said.
“I don’t mind, and if I want to, I can work at the desk in our room.” That made him smile.
“That reminds me why I came. I’ve talked to Francesca, and our apartment is ready to view,” he said, holding out his hand. I was out of the chair, grabbing his hand and heading for the door in a heartbeat. Nash chuckled as I almost dragged him along. “It’ll still be there in an hour,” he pointed out.
“I know, I know. I’m just so excited!” We had picked out all the colours, wallpaper, tiles, and floors together. I had an idea of what it would look like, but Francesca had refused to let us see it before it was finished. As we reached the top floor, we were met by a new door. It looked sturdy and secure and would give us privacy. Nash knocked, and Francesca opened it with a big smile.
“Alpha, Luna, welcome to your new apartment,” she said. I smiled at her.
“It’s a little early to call us that,” I pointed out.
“Never too early to start,” she said, and showed us inside. The place took my breath away. Stepping into the apartment, you entered a corridor leading straight down to an open space. From the front door, you could see the large windows that overlooked the desert. To the right, there was another corridor, one side lined with wardrobes.
“Down here you have the first spare room. It’s painted in a neutral sand colour, as you asked,” Francesca told us, leading us to the door furthest down the corridor. When we looked inside, we saw a plain room with a door at the other end. “That leads to the bathroom,” she said. “It’s shared with the other spare room.”
“It looks perfect,” I said. She smiled and nodded.
“The room we passed is the office,” she told us. We took a look and saw an L-shaped room. Against the innermost wall, two desks stood next to each other. Closer to the door, there was a conference table, and against another wall were bookshelves. The walls were painted rust red, and the office felt warm and inviting.
“I like it,” Nash said, kissing my cheek.
“Perfect. Just outside is a small guest toilet,” Francesca informed us. We walked out of the room and into the other corridor. “Here is the main bedroom with its own bathroom and walk-in wardrobe.” We looked inside the door to the left to see a huge bed taking up most of the room. We both chuckled. The room was decorated in teal, rust red, and sand colours. The adjoining bathroom had a huge shower and a bathtub.
“I think this will be great,” Nash said.
“I’m planning on spending many evenings in that tub,” I told them.
“I like that idea,” he said, and Francesca chuckled. We walked back out of the room.
“To the right is the second spare room. It looks almost identical to the first,” she informed us. We both nodded. No one was saying it, but we all knew the two spare rooms were for when we wanted to start a family. Finally, we walked into the open space at the end of the corridor. In front of us was a slightly curved wall with floor-to-ceiling windows. The window had a special treatment that filtered out heat while still letting in the light and allowing us to enjoy the amazing view of the desert.
“The sun will set right over there,” Francesca said, pointing to the left.
“I can’t wait to see it,” I said. It was the living space of my dreams. To the left was an open-plan kitchen with a breakfast bar, a round dining table stood in the middle of the room, and to the right was an enormous teal-coloured couch and an entertainment centre. “You have done an amazing job,” I told Francesca.
“Thank you. I’m happy that you like it. I have too much to do to redo it,” she said, and we all laughed.
“Is it ready to move into?” Nash wanted to know.
“It is.” She reached out a keychain with keys on it. “Have fun,” she told us and left us alone in our apartment. Nash pulled me into his arms, and I wrapped my arms around him and leaned my head on his chest. We stood like that for a long while, looking out over the desert.
“Will you be happy here?” Nash asked.
“I will. I am. Any place with you will make me happy,” I told him.
“But this view makes it a little better,” he said. I laughed.
“It does,” I agreed.
“We will raise our family here,” he told me. For some reason, his simple statement made a lump form in my throat. All I could do was nod. “Should we move in now or wait?” he then asked.
“Let’s wait. I want our first night in this place to be when we have a pack.”
“Sure thing, kitten,” he agreed. We spent almost two hours in the apartment, going through it more thoroughly, talking about what should go where, and planning a small party once we moved in. Things were coming together like pieces of a puzzle.