The new house in Beverly Hills was everything Harry and Kensi had imagined—spacious, elegant, and with a spectacular view of the Los Angeles hills. Once they settled in, the next step would be to transform the mansion into the home they had always wanted. Harry, knowing that Kensi had impeccable taste, decided to leave the task of decorating the new space in her hands.
One morning, while they were having coffee in the house's spacious kitchen, Harry looked at Kensi with a smile.
"I think it's time to make this house our own. And honestly, I totally trust your taste," he said, placing the coffee cup on the table. "I'm going to let you take the lead on the decorating project. I want you to feel like this place is yours too, that you have your touch in every corner."
Kensi, surprised and excited, widened her eyes. She already had a ton of ideas about how to decorate the house, but she hadn't expected Harry to give her carte blanche so easily.
"Seriously? You really trust me with all this?" — She asked, laughing a little nervously, but already imagining the potential to transform the mansion into something cozy and elegant.
Harry nodded, a smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I trust you completely. And I know you'll do an incredible job. I just want you to feel at home. So go ahead. Do whatever you think is best."
Kensi, excited, began to make a mental list of ideas, already thinking about the changes that could bring more personality to the space. She stood up quickly, excited.
"Okay, then! Let's get started!" She said, giving Harry a quick kiss before picking up her cell phone to start calling some design and furniture stores. "I have so many ideas. Let's transform this place into something incredible."
In the following days, Kensi dedicated herself entirely to the decorating project. She visited furniture stores in Los Angeles, researched art pieces, and sought inspiration in interior design magazines. She wanted the house to reflect not only her style, but also Harry's story, with touches that would strike a balance between warmth and sophistication.
She opted for a modern style, but with classic touches that referenced Harry's heritage. Neutral colors, comfortable furniture, and a few standout items that harked back to Harry's long career in the SAS. One wall of the living room was dedicated to a mural of photos and mementos from Harry's missions around the world a subtle way to keep his accomplishments present, but in a stylish way.
Harry watched with a smile, impressed by how much heart and soul Kensi was putting into every detail. He knew that every piece, every color choice, was made with care, and that made him feel even more connected to the place.
One afternoon, Kensi took Harry into the living room to show him the progress she had made.
"So, what do you think?" — She asked, with a proud smile, showing the new furniture arrangement, the art pieces she had chosen and the mural she had carefully put together with Harry's photos and medals.
Harry looked around, impressed by the result. The house, which had previously been just a large, empty, elegant space, now had a warm and personal touch. Kensi's choices were impeccable, and the photo mural touched him.
"Wow… this is amazing, Kensi," he said, with a tone of genuine admiration. "You really made this house feel like ours. I love the mural, the photos… and everything. You have a talent for this."
Kensi smiled, feeling accomplished.
"I wanted it to reflect both you and the two of us. I think we've achieved that," she replied, a twinkle in her eye. "And…of course, there's more to come. I've only just begun."
Harry chuckled softly, pulling her closer.
"I think I'll hire you as my official decorator. But honestly, you did a brilliant job."
As the days passed, the house began to take shape. Kensi continued to add details cozy rugs, elegant curtains, and even a private office for Harry where he could work on future projects, with a bookshelf filled with books and relics from his missions around the world.
Eventually, the result was a home that not only reflected Harry's elegance and sophistication, but also Kensi's warmth and personality. It was the perfect balance between their individual lives and what they were building together.
One day, as they relaxed in the newly decorated living room, the soft light of the sunset streaming through the windows, Kensi looked around with satisfaction.
"I think I can truly call this home now." She said, snuggling into the couch next to Harry.
Harry put his arm around her, feeling equally satisfied.
"You made this happen, Kensi. And it's our home now." — He replied, kissing her forehead.
Their house in Beverly Hills was finally complete, and with it, Harry and Kensi prepared to start a new chapter of their lives — together, in their new home, where the happiness and love they shared were the true protagonists.