Nick Rose walked through his house. There were still boxes in almost every room, but slowly it was looking more like a home.
He peeked into Colin's room, to see his son, sound asleep, holding on to his Sonic the Hedgehog stuffed toy. He closed the door quietly and walked the hallway that led to the living room.
"Nina?" he said quietly.
There was no answer.
He walked to the far end of the living room and looked into the glass enclosed sitting room, that looked out over the ocean. He could hear the soft sounds of Matchbox 20 and saw his wife sitting on a folding chair, sipping a glass of wine, looking out through the darkness, over the ocean.
"There you are."
Nina looked up and smiled, when she saw her husband.
"I needed a break," she sighed.
Nick bent down and kissed his wife gently.
"Sorry I couldn't be more help."
"That's okay. I had lots of help."
Nina laughed gently.
"Too much help, actually. I finally sent everyone home. We were just getting in each others way."
Nick poured a glass of wine and sat on a folding chair, next to his wife.
"We need better chairs. This is pretty sad."
Nina laughed, as she nodded. "We need more furniture, period. I never realized how big this house was. It is so deceptive from the outside."
"Well the big question, my love, is how do you feel about your new home."
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...