Alexis looked up from her work as she watched Jax enter her office, closing the door behind him.
"Hello wife." He said brightly.
Alexis smiled and dropped her pen on the desk. She checked her watch before replying. "Wow. Time flies when you're waiting for your husband to show up for lunch."
Alexis rose, sliding the chair behind her and came around the front of the desk. She slipped her glasses off, dropping them on top of the desk as Jax approached her.
He kissed her lightly on the cheek and smiled. "Long morning?"
"Had a meeting with Sonny." She replied. "We are meeting again this afternoon."
Jax' smiled dropped. "What kind of trouble is Corinthos in this time."
Alexis rolled her eyes. "Now why must you always assume that Sonny is in some sort of legal trouble?"
"Hmm." Jax said thoughtfully. He rubbed his chin as he pretended to think. "I don't know. Maybe his lengthy arrest record?"
"Jax." Alexis warned again.
Jax smiled. "Sorry, Alexis."
Alexis sighed. "I thought you came her to take me to lunch, not discuss Sonny's history with the local police."
"You're right. Ready to go?"
"Sure." Alexis said lightly, glad to be changing the subject. She grinned. "Which reminds me. You said you had a surprise."
"Did I say that?" Jax asked playfully.
"Yes you did." Alexis said pointedly. "So what did you bring me?"
Jax leaned back, starting to laugh. "Do you have any patience?"
Alexis shook her head. "Nope."
Jax smiled at her as she looked at him, her eyes reminding him of a small child at Christmas time; eagerly awaiting her surprise. He spun around, feeling her annoyed eyes behind him and crossed the room, grabbing her jacket off the coat hook on the back of the door.
"Let's go." He said, tossing her the jacket.
Alexis snatched it with one hand and hurriedly put it on. "Where are we going?" She asked, grabbing her purse off the desk.
"Sorry. That's a secret." He responded mysteriously.
"You're no fun."
Jax laughed as he reached over, grabbing her hand, pulling her out the door behind him
"This is really nice." Alexis said, looking around the empty room, admiring the large fireplace and many bookshelves that lined the walls. "Very homey." She walked over to the window, looking out over the vast lawn that led from the street to the front door. "Whose place is this?"
"Ours." Jax responded.
Alexis whirled around to face him. "Excuse me?"
"Ours." He repeated. "Yours and mine." He crossed the room and stood next to her, looking out the same window she had been previously.
"I'm not going to repeat myself." Jax grinned.
Alexis' eyes darted between Jax, the yard and the room. "This place isn't ours. We live in the Penthouse. PC Hotel."
"Not for much longer." Jax informed her. "I put an offer on this house this morning."
"What? I thought you loved the Penthouse." Alexis commented. She cocked her head to the side. "I love the Penthouse."
"You just love room service."
"That's besides the point."
"You're right. I like living at the Penthouse. But it's time for a change."
"Also, I figured with Gertrude always underfoot, the Penthouse isn't exactly the most private place for either one of us to conduct our infidelities." Jax kept his gaze to the front yard, not noticing Alexis flinch beside him. "The gate at the end of the drive way will serve as a way to keep out unwanted relatives."
"Oh." She said absently. She wasn't too sure what to make of his latest gesture. When he said surprise, she had originally thought he was going to present her with some jewelry or some other trinket like he had in the past. But a house? Especially one as large as the one she was standing in.
"Jax." She said, pulling his arm to get him to face her. "I appreciate the gesture, but you and I aren't going to be married for much longer. So why do you want to buy this place?"
"Well, I wasn't planning on purchasing any real estate but I was in the neighborhood a few days ago on business and I passed by this place." He smiled down at her. "As soon as I saw this house, I immediately thought of you."
"Me?" Alexis asked, surprised. "No one has ever told me that I reminded them of a house." She crinkled her brow. "You're not saying I'm as big as one, are you? I mean, I know I've been eating more since we've been married, but really."
Jax couldn't help but laugh. "You are so paranoid!" He said, chuckling. "That's not what I meant."
"Now I feel a lot better. I think." Alexis muttered. "What did you mean then?"
"This house has you written all over it." Jax started. He moved away from the window and started circling the living room. "It's elegant. Warm. Easy on the eyes." He winked at her. "It's unique. A mixture of different qualities, as well as a few quirks." He continued as he glided through the room, her gaze following his every movement. "This place was made for you. And I guess for us." He grinned. "There's a great home gym in the basement."
"I don't know, Jax." Alexis pondered. She stayed in one spot but twirled around and she admired the room. She liked the whole house, actually. And she always wanted a real home; as much as she adored room service, the thought of having her own home was a like a dream. And even though her and Jax weren't planning to stay married, spending the remainder of her time with him in her own home was an idea she was quickly warming up to.
"Say yes." Jax whispered in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. "One syllable. Easy word to say." He kissed the top of her head. "Yes."
Alexis leaned back in his arms and sighed deeply. "Can we repaint the kitchen? I don't like the yellow color. It reminds me of a canary."
Jax responded by turning her around and lifting her up, twirling her around the room. "You can do anything you like." He exclaimed hugging her tightly.
He stopped moving and put her down, not fully pulling back and she looked up at him, their gaze locking. Neither one moved for a moment as they kept their eyes on each other.
Jax cleared his throat and quickly pulled back, suddenly uncomfortable. "What say we return the keys to the realtor and start the paperwork." He looked back at her and smiled. "Shall we?"
"Sure." Alexis replied softly. He held out his elbow and she took it, smiling as they both walked out the door.