"I still don't see why we have to redecorate your house," Jim said with a playful pout.

"Of course you do. I think you just want an excuse to go back to bed," he chuckled.

"Who needs an excuse when they have you?" she smiled. "But seriously, this is unnecessary."

"I don't think it is. I think my house looks like my house when it should really look like our house. I want you to add your touch."

"So... I'll hang a Beastie Boys poster in the garage. I happen to like your house just the way it is."

When they decided on where to live after they got married, Jim proposed the idea of just living in his house. Given that he did own it and the value hadn't gone up enough to make a profit, he could understand what her line of thought was. Chris also knew that Jim's idea of home and family was more about the people and not about the location. She genuinely didn't care about where they were, as long as they were there together. So, Chris decided that his soon-to-be wife should probably have some input on what their home looked like, even if she doesn't agree.

"Our house, Jim. Our house."

"You know what I meant and that still doesn't change my position. We don't need to redecorate," Jim asserted.

"Everyone needs a little change now and again," a salesman said as he put his arm around Jim's shoulders. "It doesn't have to be a major thing, just something that says 'I live here'."

"Have you ever been punched out by a woman?" his love asked calmly.

"More than once," the idiot cheerfully declared. "Even though they hit me, they left here very happy. Now, moving back in with your parents can be an interesting experience. Fortunately, your father seems to be embracing your new situation."

"Fiancé," Jim and Chris said at the same time.

"Oh, even better," the salesman smiled as he moved his arm from around Jim's shoulders and looped her arm around Chris'. "If this man wants you to decorate, honey, decorate. If you won't, I sure as hell will."

Jim looked up at Chris with a raised eyebrow and he just smiled at her. "You heard the man, honey."