That mattered.
She said she had wanted to hand me a dream so badly that she forgot dreams were supposed to be shared before they were built.
Three days later, we moved in.
Not because everything was fixed.
Because we had decided to fix it together.
After the last box was unpacked, I found a wooden plaque hanging beside the back door.
The strongest homes are built together.
Outside, Eli kicked his soccer ball across the yard until he got tired and dropped laughing into the grass.
Renee stood beside me on the porch and placed a spare key in my palm.
“This house belongs to both of us,” she said softly. Then she wiped her cheek. “So does every dream after this.”
I closed my fingers around the key.
For seven months, I had thanked my wife for carrying another family’s child.
Only then did I understand.
All along, she had been carrying our family’s future.
And this time, we would carry it together.
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