<div style="text-align: justify;">Cass squealed happily when Blake picked her up. She sometimes complained when he did so, but if she were to be honest, Cassandra loved to be swept off her feet. It reminded her of the best days of the beginning of their marriage. The days before any problems at all slipped into their relationship. Cassandra shook her head. She didn't want to think about problems now. <br/><br/>It was a new life, in a new house, and everything would work out. Resting her head on Blake's chest as he moved up the stairs, Cassandra moved only her gaze to look at the painting. She took it in for a moment, and shook her head. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"I don't know. Have to think about it"</span>.<br/><br/>Something about the house was starting to make Cassandra uneasy, but she shook it off. She was sure everything would look normal again once she had taken a nap and her headache was gone.<br/><br/>In entering the bedroom, that sensation was gone. That was <span style="font-style: italic">their</span> bedroom, their space. They were safe there. Laughing when Blake tossed her on the bed, Cassandra sighed happily and waited for him to join her.<br/><br/>His smile told him he was up to no good before he even said something. A big smile showed on Cassandra's face, her eyes with a mischievous glint. Getting on her knees, the brunette picked up her pillow. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"You're gonna lose, Lachelle"</span>, she said in a confident intonation. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Bring it on. First one to fall on the mattress is buying dinner tonight. Deal?"</span>.</div>