The family eventually migrated back to the Dunphy house soti before sunset.
Mostly because Claire threatened to leave them next door permanently.
Now the kitchen was crowded again:
Luke searching for snacks,
Gloria opening wine without asking permission,
Jay pretending not to enjoy the chaos,
and Haley still talking about the house like she'd already moved in herself.
"The upstairs bedroom with the balcony thing should beco a ga room."
"It was an office," Alex corrected.
"It lacks imagination."
"It lacks necessity."
Gael leaned against the counter listening to the argunt drift around him while Claire unpacked groceries they absolutely had not needed to buy on the way ho.
At one point she glanced toward him.
"You've gone suspiciously quiet."
Honestly, the entire atmosphere around the house had shifted subtly since the viewing.
The idea no longer felt hypothetical.
Everybody had started unconsciously talking about the property like it already belonged to him.
Even Alex.
Especially Haley.
And maybe that was why Claire seed more thoughtful than usual now.
Not resistant.
Just aware of what permanent proximity would actually an.
Phil wandered over beside Gael carrying chips.
"So." He lowered his voice theatrically. "Between us n…" "You buying the place?"
Across the kitchen, Haley imdiately stopped talking mid-sentence and looked over.
Gael noticed.
So did Claire.
Phil followed everybody's line of sight and slowly grinned.
"Oh wow. High emotional stakes."
"Phil," Claire warned.
"What? I'm reading the room."
"No, you're narrating the room."
Gael glanced toward Haley briefly before answering.
"I'm considering it."
Haley tried to act normal afterward.
Failed imdiately.
The smile alone gave her away.
Claire saw it too.
For a split second sothing softened in her expression while watching her daughter.
Then Gloria leaned against the counter beside Claire with wine in hand.
"He should buy it."
Claire looked sideways.
"That sounds unbiased."
"It sounds practical." Gloria smiled faintly over the rim of her glass. "He's already here half the week anyway."
That sentence landed harder than expected.
Because nobody argued with it.
Not even Claire.
Then Phil suddenly looked inspired by sothing catastrophic.
"Oh my God."
Claire imdiately looked tired.
"No."
"What if we build a little gate between the yards?"
"Absolutely not."
"But imagine the convenience!"
"I am imagining lawsuits."
Haley looked delighted.
"That's actually genius."
"You are not helping," Claire inford her daughter.
Gael laughed quietly while the conversation dissolved into overlapping argunts again.
But through all the noise, he noticed Claire watching him once more from across the kitchen.
Not long.
Just enough to suggest she was still thinking about it too.
And this ti—
when their eyes t—
she didn't imdiately look away.
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