Here's a home that's kind of strange. It's an artsy home, but some of the art is unfortunate (think kitchen cabinets). Built in 1953 in Monongahela, Pennsylvania, it has 5bds, 3ba, $750K. Have you ever seen such unique light fixtures?
Isn't this a unique entrance foyer- note the 2 little portholes in the wall.
The entrance hall has a closet for coats, etc.
The living room is huge and has a stone fireplace painted black so it kind of looks like logs. Note the murals on the doors and the gold border on the ceiling.
There's also a very large sunroom. At one end is a brick wall and some more murals on the doors match the theme in the living room.
And, this is where art goes awry. Someone smeared green paint all over the cabinets.
The rooms in this home are gigantic. Here's the dining room with the largest ceiling medallion I've ever seen.
The guest powder room has a lovely pedestal sink.
This looks like maybe a rec room. It is also a huge space and has a partial copper ceiling.
A stone wall with a counter for the second kitchen.
The artiste did a design on the appliances and a cabinet. It's roomy for a 2nd kitchen, though. Love the antique stove.
I don't know what this room is.
Nor do I know what this room is. It looks like it may be some sort of office.
I don't know, Maybe they do crafts around this table.
This is definitely an arts & crafts space.
Bathroom that's been given a nautical theme.
Perhaps this is a bedroom? Could that huge thing be a headboard?
I am so confused in this funky house. Both of these round rooms have an upholstered border around the bottom. I have no idea what that's for.
Another bedroom?
This has to be a bedroom.
In the fireplace there appears to a lighted display case.
This bedroom has 2 steps down. It's a child's room, but it looks so isolated.
I don't know if that's a road or a driveway, but there's a cute little shed.
There's a lot of land, 5.50 acres.
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1255-Keenan-Hill-Rd-Monongahela-PA-15063/49752946_zpid/
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Day Twenty Nine - Brick House
Word Count: 624
Warnings: mention of past drug use, fertility issues, mention of sperm donation and clinics, false pretenses, Dieter might be a bit obsessed or a lot
Notes: I wasn’t sure where this was going. I read @fhatbhabie ‘s Dieter fic where he’s being a dad and @wannab-urs has me listening to all the Hozier for her challenge. This is where we are people. We’re on my second D which is Dieter, my first D is Din.
Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenges
A safe place for the both of you is what Dieter Bravo wanted. Finally in the spring, the house was ready. He'd studied your likes and dislikes, favorite colors, asked his assistants and interior designer to decorate according to what you wanted. He believed he had to make things perfect for you. Bravo is aware he’s not - far from it. He has numerous issues with drugs, the law, his career. Never stopping, never slowing down. Always moving forward and not always in a positive direction.
Never would he have expected your request. Dieter was aware of your search, your dream. It wasn’t uncommon but you’d convinced yourself that it would never happen. The doctor had told you there was little chance of it happening ever. Still you believed despite your fears. Dieter watched your perseverance in awe. The idea of you getting what you needed from some donor that you’ve never met kept him up at night. More than the last flop he’d made. It more than paid for renovating the brick house over the last eight months and he was willing to do another one if it meant that he could afford to keep you in that house on bedrest for the last month like you were supposed to be and get him some new oil paints from this one Italian supplier he favored.
You asked if he’d be your moral support as you went to one of the clinics, if he’d hold your hand as you went through the door. Dieter suggested that he could have a physical now that he’s been healthy for a good bit and give you a donation that was more likely to take. He swore that it’s the only form of support he would give you, besides being your friend of course. The clinic thankfully made the process feel ‘impersonal’ as you put it. Bravo knew the first try he was hoping it wouldn’t take, just to be able to have you again. Over two months, he only missed two ‘bun in the oven’ appointments with you and suggested some extra, you know just in case.
It was wrong. He should have felt guilty. Dieter did not and would not. He’d use this process to show you and himself that he could be relied on, constant, strong, like the house he bought you.
He’d gotten you to agree to put his name on the birth certificate and he had his schedule cleared for the most part so he could be wherever you needed him to be. In the room, outside, in the parking lot of the hospital.
Climbing the stairs and walking to the master bedroom he was able to talk you into sharing with him because, rubbing oil on your belly helped calm you and lull you to sleep after proper placement of pillows, he crept toward the door. Your sleeping form was rare to see during the day, among a mountain of pillows and blankets you’ve kicked off because you get hot then cold. Dieter watched your chest rise and fall softly, he had taken a few pictures and saved them on his phone of you at first but that wasn’t enough. Leaving to grab his sketchbook he’d need to draw it, then he may be able to paint this moment later.
This moment that despite the lies and reasons covered under the pretext of helping you with your dream, you were giving Dieter Bravo his - a family with you. Maybe you’ll be mad at him later or even laugh it off but after the baby is safely here, he’ll tell you everything. That you’ve been his ambition for years and regardless of people thinking he’s a scatterbrain, he can focus quite well - on you.
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