Hours before signing on our dream home, my husband begged me to rush medicine to his sick father. I was halfway across town when my lawyer called, telling me to rush home immediately. What I walked into when I got there turned my whole world upside down.
Daniel, my husband, and I had spent six years saving for a place of our own. That meant budgets tighter than a pair of vintage jeans, skipping every vacation that wasn’t a quick drive to a relative’s house, and enduring countless house tours that ended with us exchanging polite, defeated smiles on the curb. Every single time, there was some fatal flaw: too small, too dark, too expensive, too much work.
It was like Goldilocks but with real estate, and nothing was ever just right. But one day, our luck finally changed. Our realtor called us about a house that had just been listed.
It was close enough to the city to comfortably commute for work, but suburban enough to seem like heaven. I slowly turned in the living room. The maple tree outside the window was casting a warm, beautiful, dappled light across the wall.
Daniel nodded. I turned to face him. He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I grinned at him.
We’d always planned to wait until we found the perfect house before we thought about children, and finally… it felt like all my dreams were coming true.
Our realtor, Sarah, laughed softly. “The schools in this area are excellent. But you should know that homes like this don’t stay on the market for long.”
“We want it… Don’t we?” I went over to Daniel and took his hands.
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