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I’ve been living here since around the first of the year and I’ve only known about two wings of the house. Anthony showed me five bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. His wing was nearest the front door with his bedroom, a spare bedroom, and a full bathroom. Luke’s wing is nearest to the master bedroom where I was staying. My bedroom had a full connecting bathroom and Lukes wing had a spare room and a half bath. I figured this spare room was where his office was.
After we ate dinner Anthony tells Luke to go and get ready for bed while he shows me the rest of the house. We walk into the wing with the weight room and the room Anthony was staying in when I first came to stay with him. He opens a door that I thought was a linen closest and to my surprise there is a hallway behind the door. He leads me down the hallway that has several doors that are closed to maintain a constant temperature in the part of the house that is used more frequently. Behind the furthest door is his office, the room isn’t small. He has a printer that can even send and receive faxes. On the other wall he has a computer desk with a standard top of the line computer. I don’t pay attention to the papers on his desk, but he explains that they are weekly reports on each of his oil rigs. On the third wall he has a bulletin board with headings of Costs and output, underneath each he has the oil rigs and their output as well as their costs to maintain and any notes about equipment status. I wonder when he finds time to update all this information. We leave his office after he’s dropped the adoption paperwork on his desk to be finished at a later date. We go to one of the doors that is closed and he opens it up. Behind this door is a room with multiple gun lockers as tall as him and a good three feet wide. He takes me over to one of the lockers and he punches in the code. Inside this locker are several handguns. I’ve never been a fan of handguns, since I met Jeff. I used to hunt when I was younger, but I quit after I had Luke. These are locked up and away from Luke’s room, so I’m fairly okay that he won’t find them and break into the lockers.
He pulls out a little looking gun, although these days they all look big to me having looked down several handguns in the past few years. It’s a nine millimeter, I used to know my guns, he places it in my hand and says, “I’d like to take you to the range and let you get used to this gun. It’s yours. Not that it’s registered to you, but I want you to feel safe.”
“I don’t need a gun to feel safe. I just need people to treat me right.” I say in response to him.
“I know, but not everyone is going to treat you right. I want to know that you have something that you can defend yourself with if someone wants to hurt you or Luke and I’m not there for you.” He explains his position on giving me the handgun.
I know I can’t argue with his reasoning he’s wanting to protect me and he knows that he’s not always going to be there to do so. Jeff never wanted to trust me with a handgun. Well, Anthony is proving that he’s not Jeff he’s one hundred percent different. He’s like Johnathan; protective to a fault.
He puts the handgun back in the cabinet and closes it. He leads me back to the hallway where we go to the next room. This room is totally empty except for some curtains on the window in the room. It’s large just like his office. Here he says we can make this room my office and I can design it to my liking with paint on the wall and my choice of office furniture. He’s sparing no expense on the baby’s room or my office. I know he’s wealthy, but I don’t want flashy things. I’ve never had a lot of money, this is a weird feeling that I don’t have a limit on my spending.
Once I’ve taken in my new office space Anthony takes me to another room on this wing. It’s another half bathroom for the rooms on this wing. Since they are pretty much office space the only thing one would need is washing hands and using the bathroom. Anthony put a lot of thought into this house. We head back into the main part of the house, where we head down the wing where Luke’s room is at.
He opens a door and it’s another empty room. Here we can set up the baby’s room, that he or she can grow into. It has a walk in closet just like in Luke’s and the master bedroom. It’s close enough to the master bedroom that when the baby needs me I can be there quickly.
“Is there more to this house that I don’t know about?” I finally ask him.
“Well, I’ve got a home shooting range on the other side of the property.” He informs me.
“Anything else, more secret rooms?” I ask.
“Nope. Three wings ten bedrooms two full baths and two half baths. It was a house one of my uncles had built and I asked for it when he passed away. Grandad asked everyone else if they wanted it and no one did, so I got it.” He explains how he came to own the mini mansion. Hell to me anything over four bedrooms is a mansion.