"The guys built the boys a swingset," remembering it Tara's lips quirked into a smile. "Abel adores swings. So yeah. Swing set. Sprinklers, the whole nine." She can't stop touching him - his cheek, his hands, skimming her thumb over his lips. It's like every touch reassures her he's alive.

"I think it's absolutely something to look forwards to. A big garage so you'll have room to work on stuff, too." Imagination was big for both of them - for her, she was thinking something with three or four bedrooms and an office. It would be a big house, but thinking about it....

Maybe they really could have a real, honest-to-god family. Maybe.... maybe this could be the new place. Maybe it would be a place to grow.