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“Wow.” I looked around, feeling a welcoming vibe.
“This home features six bedrooms and six baths.” Grant smiled.
We toured the six-story home as I ate my pack of crackers.
“Well, sweetheart?” Miles glanced at me. “What do you think?”
“It feels like home already, but?—”
“But what?” His brows furrowed.
“There are some changes that need to be made.”
“I agree. The whole place needs to be repainted.”
“It does, but the kitchen needs to be remodeled,” I said.
“Why? What’s wrong with the kitchen?” he asked.
“I don’t like the cabinets or the countertop. Dora won’t either. Also, this half-wall needs to go, and the island needs to be extended. I can envision it now.” I smiled, biting into another cracker.
“Do you know how much it’ll cost to remodel this kitchen?” Miles asked.
Taking my son from his arms, I stared at my sexy husband.
“I thought nothing in this world was too expensive for our son or me.” My brow arched.
Grant chuckled.
“I love it, Miles. The kitchen, not so much. We can hire Adalyn to help design it.”
“Happy wife, happy life, Miles.” Grant smirked.
“Okay. We’ll make an offer and remodel the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” I grinned, kissing his lips.
* * *
Three Months Later
“Congratulations, you two. It’s another boy.” Dr. Gregario smiled.
“Ah, another boy.” Miles leaned over and kissed my lips.
I was happy. As nice as it would have been to have a daughter, the thought of having two sons so close in age excited me. They would be brothers and as close as two brothers should be.
Miles helped me from the table and handed me my purse.
“Before I head to the office, let’s go take a look at how the kitchen remodel is going.” He hooked his arm around me.
We stepped into our soon-to-be new home. Painters were on each floor, painting the walls in the color we chose, gray. Bright white moldings and casings would grace the light gray walls throughout the house. Once the painters started and Miles looked around, he decided all the doors throughout the home needed to be replaced with six-panel doors painted white. I silently smiled because it was exactly what I thought.
“Wow. Oh wow!” I said, walking into the kitchen and looking at the brand-new Italian white custom cabinets that had been installed. My eyes diverted to the pristine white Italian marbled countertops with veins of gray throughout and the same marbled waterfall-styled island that stretched across the kitchen in all its natural beauty.
“This really makes the kitchen a lot bigger,” Miles spoke.
“Do you love it?” I asked, running my hand along the marble.
