Two Years Later
“I think it’s time,” Francesca announced, walking into the old houseboat and finding her husband standing across the room.
Turning he gave her a brief smile. “The kids fighting again?” he asked as if that were the only reason why she’d join him on the boat.
“I can’t take it anymore,” she sighed, rubbing her neck as if the kids really were the pain in her neck as she claimed they were. “They need their own rooms. A space they can call their own.”
Nodding he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right,” his eyes swept lovingly across the small houseboat he had since before he had met Francesca. “I’m going to miss this place.”
“So will I but we need the money to buy a bigger home,” she pointed out. She placed a hand on his forearm “we’ll always have the memories…”
“It won’t be the same,” he sighed knowing she was right.
Shaking her head at him “don’t,” she cautioned, detecting he was close to changing his mind again.
Rolling his eyes he growled beneath his breath. If he thought it’d do any good he’d throw a temper tantrum to revival any four year old could throw. “I’ll call the realtor tomorrow,” he conceded even though he wasn’t happy with the prospect.
“Thank you,” she slipped an arm around him.
“They’ll probably need to come and take pictures before they can appraise how much we can sell the houseboat for.”
Frowning, she gave him a confused look “why? It’s not for sale.”
His brow furrowed in confusion “but I thought…”
“It’s not for sale,” she laughed. “We have enough in savings for a down payment without selling our boat and when our house sells we’ll have even more. It’ll be a good place to come on the weekend.”