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Lucas murmured, not looking up from the joinery. "She wants a nursery connected to her room," Alex added, stepping closer. A faint, knowing smirk touched Lucas’s lips. "I know." He finally straightened, wiping his hands on a rag before gesturing for Alex to look at the display boards leaning against the far wall. Alex’s jaw dropped. It wasn't just a sketch or a vague floor plan. It was a masterpiece of domestic architecture. "You've been working on this? Already?" Alex scanned the progress photos pinned to the board. The dates were startling—weeks ago. Lucas hadn't just been planning; he had acquired an almost-finished home in the town and had been restructuring it in secret.

I remained out of sight and watched as Daniel dropped the mannequin on the floor, said something to Juliet that sounded like 'I will be right back, get everything ready,' and went back into the woods. This time he emerged with a log of wood and placed it on the floor. I watched as he broke the woods into smaller pieces and placed Inside trubk of his car. "Do we have enough of this to build it?" Juliet asked in her bitchy tone and Daniel rolled his eyes at her and nodded. "Of course. We are not exactly building a life house, just a doll house." He said. Doll house? What the hell was he building that for? And want was the mannequin about?

Decked in white furniture except for one of the rooms upstairs. Finally reaching the basement door, I opened it, flicked on the light, and madey way inside. I was instantly hit by the smell of paint supplies, causing me to smile. I walked down the wooden steps to our unfinished basement. It was rough here, full of cobwebs and dry walls that were left unfinished. I decided to pay it no mind as I walked straight ahead towards another door. This door split the basement in half, which I liked. When we originally bought the home, we had planned for one side to be the gym and the other for personal space. The gym side had a lot more room because of the amount of equipment we never got. Husband nev

Ethan followed silently, his presence steady behind her. As they entered the main room, Olivia froze. The living room looked untouched, like someone had stepped out just five minutes ago. Toys on the carpet. A half finished puzzle. A dollhouse with its lights still glowing faintly even though there was no electricity. Ethan whispered, “Olivia… this isn’t normal.” She moved toward the dollhouse, kneeling. The tiny rooms were arranged with careful precision. A miniature dining table. Miniature chairs. Miniature figures. She leaned closer.

“Isayyyy!!!” He said loudly, making Izzy pretend to grimace. “You’ve got so much energy!” “Of course! It’s better to start the day happy and blessed. But with all this energy of mine, I guess yours just dropped?” He teased her, causing Izzy to roll her eyes. “You look good. Fix your face already.” “I’m about to sleep, what do you want? It’s 8 PM here. When was the house finished?” “Just now. It’s not totally done yet, but your uncle said they’ll just install the remaining windows tomorrow. A little cleaning and your little palace will be ready. But you always want things bigger and better.”

There’s no furniture yet, just a few unpacked boxes, our jackets slung over the kitchen island, and the sound of Archie and Dillon arguing in the next room over whether the living area should have one big couch or separate armchairs. Finley stands beside me at the sliding glass doors that overlook the treeline, his arms folded across his chest as he watches me take it all in and waits for my reaction. “Well?” he asks. “Is it how you pictured it?” I nod, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Better. It’s… ours.” He nudges my shoulder gently. “You haven’t even seen the upstairs yet.” I raise an eyebrow. “Are you about to show me some kind of magic walk-in wardrobe?”

My mouth hung open as I slowly walked up to it and touched the wooden ladder that led up to the unfinished tree house. “It’s not done yet,” he said, “but I wanted to do something nice for you and your unborn baby. I figured that he or she could play up there in a few years. Plus, it was sad seeing our old treehouse falling apart.” I couldn’t help but smile. As I looked up at the unfinished treehouse, a few tears came into my eyes. I quickly blinked them away and turned to face Nathan, but before I could say anything, he gestured for me to follow him again.

She wondered what little child had purchased the doll, once upon a time, and if it had been loved. She also wondered if it was wearing underwear. Tilting the doll over, she lifted the skirt to reveal a carefully knit pair of white panties under the dress. Feeling weird for even thinking such a thing, she tucked it under her arm when the door opened, walking down the long hallway to her apartment. It was small, but it was hers. Only six hundred square feet, it had a small kitchen which turned into her bedroom. She never bothered having company over-there were plenty of more interesting places to meet friends in town. She set the doll on the counter next to her files and walked into the bathro

At an early age, one can tell she is born with immaculate beauty. She’s wearing a pink off-shoulder dress paired with white doll shoes. She has a flower crown on her head. She’s adorable! She went inside a two-story Wendy playhouse. It stands tall and wide for her size of barely 5 feet. The interior is nowhere near modest. It’s a fully furnished house with five rooms equipped with modern-day appliances and decorated with silver lining wallpapers all over. It includes a large living room with a broad rubber tree at the center and an indoor pool of about 10-foot deep. The windows and doors are made of fiberglass. With a fully fitted kitchen, it is easy to describe it as one luxurious playhouse

I ask. "Oh... I- I was making a doll." he leans down and grabs something that looks like a messy little doll with hay hands, legs and a little body. He holds it so I can see it. I put my hand through the bars and take it. It's quite wet and dirty, but it looks cute. "Is it done?" I ask. "Not yet, your highness. I just started. But there are some finished ones." he says. He gets three more hay dolls from the ground and shows me.