-Ezra:
The house had been finished for three days.
Three days of walking through it alone, checking every corner, every wall, every tiny detail that most people wouldn't even notice. Three days of adjusting things that didn't feel right, moving objects by an inch, then another, then back again until it felt right.
Three days of standing in the doorway of his room—no, our room—and wondering if it was enough.
It had to be.
Because everything in it… every color, every texture, every piece of furniture, every small, ridiculous, adorable detail—
It was all him.
I had built the structure myself. Every beam, every wall, every window was placed exactly where I wanted it. The foundation had taken the longest, but after that… it came naturally. My hands knew what to do before my mind even caught up.
And when it came to the inside…
That was different.
That was teaching him.
Learning what made his eyes light up.
What made him smile.
What made him him?
Pink.
Of course.
