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We stood, watching the sunset a bit longer before I led her away. The other two rooms were smaller. Both were big enough for guests to stay over if we wanted…but one would work well as a nursery.

Bryn’s eyes went round the moment we went into the third bedroom. It was across from the master bedroom and had the same spectacular view of the skyline. She stepped into the room, the floor creaking under her. I reached for her, but she steadied herself right away. If she noticed the way the floor had dipped slightly, she didn’t seem to care.

“This one,” she said, looking from corner to corner. “This would be amazing for the baby. I could put a bookshelf there and fill it with all the baby’s favorites, and put a rocking chair under the window. The crib could go opposite that, and maybe a changing table here.”

I leaned against the door frame, watching her plan everything. I knew she’d had something of a mental block when it came to designing the space where the baby would stay, and it was suc