The nursery with mismatched cribs had been full of love.

The room with three little beds was full of stories, jokes, and an astonishing number of socks.

They would build memories with Nathaniel too, if he remained willing to earn them.

I turned off the hallway light and left the door slightly open, just the way they liked it.

Tomorrow would bring breakfast, school, bills, design meetings, and the ordinary work of keeping a family steady.

For once, ordinary was exactly what I wanted.