"Much," he mimics, wrinkling his nose. "I'm going to go order around the realtor some more then. Enjoy yo- our yard."

He squeezes her hand once more and disappears back into the house. But when he finds the realtor it's just to say that he's going to look around the house once more and he heads back upstairs to one of the smaller bedrooms.

He sits down on the floor, in the middle of the room, and imagines a nursery.