House Hunting, Once More
Callie sat in the middle of the bed, the newspaper and papers from the real estate agent spread out around her. George wanted to move, so she was turning to find another house. She understood why he wanted to move, but she still loved this house. She loved the way she had decorated and the way Zach's room was painted, even if he wasn't living in there currently. She glanced over at him in his bassinet and smiled. He was so cute when he was sleeping, especially when he pouted his lips out. She continued to flip through the pages, trying to find something.