"We'll take it" He responded. He hoped that his art would be able to provide for them a little in the future because he did not have to work anywhere but in his own world. The shipyard was fine for home, but in America, with Lucy... the idea of working with anything but his passion seemed impossible.

"If the rent gets too heavy, I will find a job. I promise." The thought of it made him wince, but his promise was sincere. He let go of Lucy's face but keep her hand and began to look at the apartment more intently, this time looking at it as home.
"How do we get it?"