We moved in that weekend. I stood there for a moment, letting the reality settle, this wasn’t just a house, but a place my husband and I would build our family. This was home.
Canna came up beside me with his hands in his pockets, scanning the house with quiet satisfaction. “It still looks good,” he said.
“It looks better,” I replied. “Because now we’re staying.”
The doors opened smoothly, and the staff were already waiting inside. Familiar faces mixed with new ones. Our old house staff stood comfortably beside the new hires, all dressed neatly.
The head of staff stepped forward. “Welcome home, sir. Welcome home, ma’am.”
I smiled without forcing it. “Thank you.”
We didn’t start unpacking immediately. We walked through the house first, together, slowly, room by room, confirming that
