“I know.”
“I bought it because I wanted you to have it. You could keep it as a place to visit, or we could sell it someday if you wanted. I didn’t want you to feel obligated.”
I squeezed his hand.
“I’m not obligated.”
He studied me carefully.
“You really want to live here?”
I nodded.
“Think about it. Our baby could grow up in this neighborhood. We could have family dinners in that kitchen. We could hang pictures on the walls and fill the bedrooms with toys.”
I smiled through my tears.
“And one day, when our child is old enough, we can start making height marks on that doorway.”
Ethan’s eyes filled.
“You mean it?”
“I mean it.”
He pulled me into his arms.
For the first time that day, I felt him tremble.
I had seen Ethan exhausted, frustrated, and worried about money. I had seen him laugh until he couldn’t speak.
