*Eliza*
“This place is….” I couldn’t even form words….
Jared carried me through the white picket fence gate that surrounded the front yard. He carried me up the stone walkway lined with ground-creeping roses that were closed for the night.
On the covered porch, there was a bench swing, and the garden around the porch was stunning.
I could practically see our child playing in the yard when they got older.
My heart swelled and I clung to Jared as he carried me up the stairs.
On the inside, the house was cozy. There was a moderate size living room that opened into a kitchen with double doors to a patio in the backyard.
He carried me up the carpeted stairs and to the master bedroom. It was a three-bedroom house and when we walked past one of the closed doors, he paused.
“This could be the nursery.” He nodded to the closed door.
My stomach squirmed and I still could think of anything to say. This was so perfect it literally took my breath away.
