I saw kids running around.
I saw Rylee laughing as she convinced me to get the largest television possible for her horror movies.
Space to grow and a blank canvas for her to make it hers as much as mine.
I saw a life I’d never dared to dream about.
“I want it.”
Oliver stopped talking. “You made it about three minutes longer than I thought you would.”
I shook my head. “You’re an asshole.”
Oliver lifted a careless shoulder. “The house on Robinson was perfect for you—” He held up his hand at me. “But since you seem to have this one story requirement, I found you this one.”
“And I appreciate it. I’ll take it.”
“I haven’t even shown you the bedrooms.”
“I don’t really care. There’s windows and light, right? Lots of space.”
“The master suite is quite stupendous. Come on, it’ll just take a minute.”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. And since I had a pregnant girlfriend…ish person in my life, I didn’t leave messages unchecked like I used to.
I’m here. Where are you?
I grinned at the text and replied.
I texted you weeks ago.
I had a thing.
I shook my head. Tish always had a thing. She was one of the most in-demand fabricators I’d ever known. Probably because she could literally create anything given enough time and a damn pencil.
And in those few weeks, I’d found out I was going to be a father and I’d fallen hard for a stubborn woman with so much light in her eyes it made me wonder how I’d walked away from her in the first place.
Mostly because she’d kicked me in the teeth with her one and done nonsense. Nothing on this fucking planet needed to happen once when it came to us. It needed to be repeated thousands of times. Well, maybe with the kid thing we could slow it down to two, maybe three.
But with Tish in town, perhaps I’d take the second opinion on the house.
“Yeah, show me the bedrooms.” I quickly texted Tish the address and asked her to come by.
I got a middle finger reply, followed by a thumbs up.
“Mind if I have a friend come and take a look?”
“I’ve got you slated for an hour. Plenty of time.”
“Lead the way then.”
I followed him through the long hallways to the bathrooms. One was something called a Jack and Jill since it connected two of the bedrooms. Then at the back of the house was the master suite.
Whistling would cover it.
“Holy Jesus.”
“I know.”