Andy and Rhysand search for their new home.

*

Andy feels her engagement ring weigh loads more than it does as she wears it on her finger.

Rhysand glances at her, and his mouth curls upwards. His thumb strokes the ring she's fiddling with sweetly, and he asks quietly, "Not getting cold feet, are you?"

Andy doesn't know why Rhysand asks this every day since he proposed to her. She smiles and shakes her head. "No. Absolutely not."

His smile widens, and he brings her hand to his lips and kisses her knuckles. "Good, 'cause it would be awkward house hunting with you if we're not getting married."

House hunting. Andy pouts and leans back against the seat, looking out the window. "Are you sure we can't just stay in our current house?"

She loves the house Rhysand used to share with Jenner. All the memories and comfort of that place...

And the hurt. Rhysand purses his lips and mumbles, "I think it's too much for me if we stay."

She left him crumbling there. Years ago. Andy shrinks on herself, guilty. "I'm sorry, baby."

"S'okay," he says, smiling at her. "I just...I want our home to be the start of our family, you know?"

Andy's heart soars. She presses her lips to the tattoo on his wrist and nods. "Okay."

But the first place they see is a multi-million villa with a large terrace and garden, floor-to-ceiling windows and three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It's small and fancy, but functional, but Andy scrunches her nose as she and Rhysand look around, hand-in-hand. "We can't live here," she says.

Rhysand nods once and turns around. "Alright."

Andy pulls him back with wide eyes. "Aren't you going to ask why?"

Her fiancé shrugs with one shoulder, blinking. "No...? If you don't like it, it's off the list."

"Oh." Andy breaks out in a grin, and then she leaps to hug him. Rhysand grunts in surprise but wraps his arms around her quickly anyway, squeezing tight. "You're so whipped for me," she breathes, laughing, giving him a kiss.

Rhysand rolls his eyes and interlaces their fingers together as they leave. "Yeah, yeah."

Andy didn't like it because it felt too lonely.

But the second place they see is much more lonelier—the luxury-closed residence has enough rooms, a double living room opening with a terrace and a terrific sea view, open equipped kitchen, and a swimming pool.

"It's huge," Andy says, eyes wide, jaw dropped, running towards the terrace. Her breath catches at the view.

"You like this, sunshine?" Rhysand asks from behind her.

Andy does. She does, but..."There's no backyard for Biscuit," she says, pouting.

Rhysand laughs once. He nods in understanding and reaches out his hand. "Figured. Let's go."

They stop for lunch at a pretty little cafe, and Andy gets extra napkins for Rhysand because she knows he uses them under his glass, and Rhysand picks a spot where the sun is because Andy likes it.

The third place they see has a backyard. But..."There are only two rooms," Andy tells Rhysand with a purse of her lips, playing with his fingers from where they're standing around the marble kitchen counter.

Rhysand blinks. "Don't we need only two?"

"What if we have more than one kid!" Andy argues exasperatedly. "They need separate bedrooms, Rhys! Plus, what about your studio? You need your studio for your music stuff, baby."

Her fiancé stares at her, and then his mouth curls upwards. "My music stuff."

"Yes," she huffs, rolling her eyes.

"You're right. This is outrageous. Let's go."

The last they see, Andy finds something wrong, amidst its perfect size, number of rooms, and grand features: "I don't like the popcorn ceiling."

She hates popcorn ceiling.

On the way home from that fourth place, Andy strokes Rhysand's ring finger from his hand on her thigh, imagining where his wedding band would be, and says, "Love."

"Yeah?"

Andy decides to blurt it out. "Why are all the places so...expensive?"

Rhysand looks at her, a blank expression on his face. "What do you mean, sunshine?"

"I mean." Andy takes a deep breath. "I know I said I wanted a backyard for Biscuit, and a lot of rooms, and I'm picky about what the kitchen looks like because I wanna bake, and I want the master bathroom to have two sinks...but all the places you've shown me...aren't they too much?"

"No," Rhysand answers quickly, shaking his head. He squeezes her thigh and makes a sharp right. "I want our home to be everything we want. I want it to be secure and safe and I want it to have the large backyard, the huge kitchen, the master bathroom with two sinks. I want it to have lots of rooms for our future children and for my studio and maybe your office too, if you'd want one." He glances at her and asks softly, "Don't you?"

"I do!" Andy says, nodding. "Of course I do."

"It's not just an expensive project, baby," Rhysand tells her with a smile. "This is going to be our home. And I want it to be what you and I deserve. What our family deserves."

Andy can feel herself about to burst with absolute love and adoration for this man. But before the tears come, she whispers, "I have an idea."

Rhysand sets up the meeting with the architect as soon as they find the land—a perfect distance from both of their work places.

"Can we have rooms for MJ and Sab, too?" Andy suggests quietly, hand curled in Rhysand's arm during one of their meetings. "Apart from the room for my dad. If...if there's space."

The architect looks at her and grins a toothy smile. "There's space, Ms. Sanford. Lots of it."

Rhysand kisses the top of her head. "What she says goes," Rhysand tells the architect.

"Yes, Sir."

When they meet with the interior designer, who's so set on ignoring Andy as much as she can, talking only to Rhysand in her annoying voice, she draws up plans with what the interior looks like, and she slides the mockups over and tells Rhysand with a smile, "It's up to you, Mr. Harton."

"Actually," Rhysand says, staring at her, "it's up to my fiancé. What do you think, sunshine?"

Andy grins happily. She sits on the table, setting her hand on top of the mockup to showcase her ring, and she says, "I like this one better."

"Great." Rhysand offers his hand out to her. "We'll see you next week, Angela."

When the house starts coming together, Andy and Rhysand start to make plans whether the bed should be facing the window or the wall, and the shades of cream white and black in their furniture, and which side of the walk-in closet is Andy's and which one is Rhysand's, and where to put the plates and the mugs and Biscuit's food bowl.

And where to put up their wedding photo and their family photo.