December 22, 2011
It was their first Christmas in their new house, and it was also the week where Stevie was going to be announcing to her parents that she and Lindsey were having baby number three. She had popped overnight so she was wearing an oversized red cashmere sweater and a pair of leggings to camouflage it.
The doorbell rang and Stevie practically glided to the front door and opened it up to her parents.
"Teedee, how are you, you look great. And this house is gorgeous." Barbara coos squeezing her tightly.
"You think so?" Stevie asks pulling away from their hug.
"I do. Give me the tour." Barbara nods.
Stevie just smiled and led them further into the house. In the entryway, Stevie had placed a light brown table against the side of the stairs. The top of the table had a blue Tiffany bowl for keys sitting in the middle, next to a picture of the boys in a black frame. There was going to be a picture of the baby on the other side of the bowl in the same exact frame, but because they didn't have the baby yet they didn't have any pictures. The table had a shelf on the bottom of it where she had put three black fabric storage cubes. Two of them were filled with the boys' shoes the middle one empty...would also be for the baby but because the baby didn't have any shoes yet it wasn't filled.
She had kept the walls white in most of the rooms in the house. In the living room, there was a slate gray L shaped couch a slate gray ottoman acting as a coffee table. Then there were two slate gray accent chairs. Between the accent chairs and at the end of the couch that didn't have the chaise there was a set of end tables, the top was glass the wood was black. Above the fireplace there was a picture of the sunset and in the back corner of the room there was a black bookshelf. Where the dining area was, was a large eight seater dinning room table that was glass with slate gray tufted dining chairs.
In the kitchen Stevie had put a glass circular table with white fabric chairs surrounding it, the chairs at the bar matched that of the table. The family room had the TV mounted above the fire place. The couch was Navy blue as was the love seat. There were two navy blue recliners as well. Between the recliners there was a gold and glass hexagon table. In front of the couch was a gold and glass hexagon coffee table and the second end table was where the couch and the love seat met.
In her office she has a sleek black desk and she had painted the walls a dark gray color and she had a black quilted office chair. There was.a filing cabinet over in the corner and she had two red accent chairs in front of her desk. She had a plan in her head that she'd meet with clients at her house while she was on a semi-maternity leave. She had already established that she WAS NOT going back to the office for at least six months after their little surprise bundle was born.
Upstairs at the wall between the boys' rooms there were two matching desks. A dark aged looking wood with black metal legs. The wall was L shaped so there was a desk on each of the walls and right in the middle of it was a black and blue floor lamp plugged in under Logan's desk. He'd lose one port of the outlet but it's not like he was plugging anything in anyway. At each desk was a pencil cup. Jaime's was blue, Logan's green. Because they were on Christmas Vacation they were both upstairs. Jaime was sitting at his desk coloring. Logan was building something with blocks in the middle of his bedroom floor. Stevie got lucky in the sense that she didn't have to micromanage her children.
"GRAMMY!" Jaimie screamed when he saw them and he bolted out of his black swivel comfy desk chair.
"Logan come say Hi to grammy and papa." Stevie demands.
"But mama, I'm building." He pouts.
"You can finish building in a little while just come give them a hug they drove all this way just to see you." Stevie insists.

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Magnet and Steel
FanfictionStephanie Nicks is a famous designer, Lindsey Buckingham is a world renowned Realtor and their paths cross in an unexpected way. Loosely Based off of HGTVs Love It or List It...No copyright intended