They got back home much later than they had planned. Luckily, no one was waiting for them.

"Hey Walker," Aaron said once they made it inside and had let all the luggage drop. "Why don't you show Erika her room?"

Idina shot him a questioning glance.

"Sure!" Walker exclaimed, a smile rising on his race. He grabbed Erika's and started pulling her towards the stairs so quickly she stumbled.

"Walker, be careful," Aaron warned. He motioned for Idina to follow them.

They went upstairs to a guest room that had been converted into a proper bedroom. It was painted a cream colour with a double bed, vanity, desk, wooden floating shelves and a dresser. Everything, save for the wooden shelves, was painted white. There was a retro rose-pink corduroy couch with large floral patterns by the window and with some white throw pillows that had frills that matched the curtains. And finally, there was a hanging chair in the far corner.

"Surprise," Aaron whispered in her ear. "I thought this might help Walker, picking out a room and stuff," he continued. "And we'd have to do it anyway."

"I love you," Idina said, hugging him. "Thank you."

"Everything in there is yous," Aaron continued to Erika. "There are hangers in the closet and the laptop is to replace the one that broke." He paused. "Idina told me."

Erika was speechless. She was gaping at the space. It was large. There was a light teal rug on the center of the floor, bigger than the bed. It didn't stretch wall to wall. There was indeed a laptop sitting on the desk, and a case, cable, and mouse next to it.

It was a far cry from a closet no one could get in or out of.

"The room is yours," Aaron continued. "No boys," he said, "unless you're not into boys, then no girls," he joked.

Erika did seem to notice. She was still staring at the room form the door, not daring to step in.

"Do you like it?" Walker asked. "I picked out the paint and the chair. It's like a hammock." He looked up at her with his big brown eyes.

"Yeah," she said. She sounded genuinely excited but was trying to downplay it.

Aaron smiled. "Walker, why don't we let her get settled in?"

"Aw," the boy huffed. "Okay," he said after a moment. 

Aaron took him downstairs.

Erika still stood by the door, staring at it.

Idina watched her for a moment, curious to see what she would do. But the girl just stood there, transfixed with the room.

"Do you want some help with the bags," Idina asked after some time.

Erika jumped, suddenly brought back into reality.

"I can manage," she said immediately.

"You like it?"

She nodded.

"Come one, there's a lot of stuff. It'll go quicker if we both work."

"Alright," she said with a shrug.

Idina told her to wait there and she would haul the suitcases up the stairs.

The spent the next half-hour in silence, hanging up the clothes. Then Walker came in, offering to help and they finished it within the hour.

Aaron had made a large supper to help make up for their lacking lunch. It was late, and she sent Walker to bed after she had him call his dad. Erika quietly retreated to her room, not closing the door as she set up the laptop.

Idina helped Aaron with the dishes.

"Idina," Aaron said.

"Yes?"

"I was thinking since you're going to be taking time off for Erika," he started, "if we could maybe try for a child? I know before you said you wanted to focus on your career, but I was thinking since now you're not maybe we could? Unless there's another reason why not."

"There's not," she said. "I'm getting old though," she said. "I don't want you to get your hopes up."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Thank you. And I promise if we ever got to a point where you want to go back to work, I'll be the stay at home parent."

She smiled and kissed him. 

He went up to bed and her phone rang. It was an unknown number, but it looked vaguely familiar.

"Hello?" Idina said into the receiver.

"Mrs. Menzel," a familiar robotic voice said. "I hope you are enjoying quality time with your new daughter."

"What do you want?" she hissed.

"Everything," the voice replied. "And you will get it for me."