AN: So this is long overdue, but I've sort of been lacking in inspiration for Tratie of late. I stumbled across a few old half-written stories though and now I have plans for the next three chapters. Having said that school is hectic and I'm currently working on a Fast and Furious story so I won't be updating all that often. Anyway, this takes place before the chapter before it because the chapters will be skipping around, tell me what you think please.

"No," was all Katie Stoll said before turning on her heel and marching out of the seventh house that their realtor had shown them that day. The second part of the "them," her husband Travis Stoll let out a sigh.

"Excuse us a moment," he said to the perky blond (who was becoming increasingly less perky by the house) before hurrying after his wife. He found her standing behind a bush ten feet away from the door.

"Katie?" he called coming closer.

"Yes?" her voice was small just like it had been the day she first arrived at camp (though she'd toughened up pretty soon after) which made him feel bad.

"What was wrong with this house?"

"Does it matter?" she asked her voice suddenly hard. Travis figured that by now he was pretty used to moody pregnant Katie (it had been four months after all) but today was a whole different story.

"It kind of does, Katie."

"Why?" she asked.

"Well so that I can make sure the next house doesn't have the same problem," he replied. And because you've turned down six other houses today for no good reason and I'm fairly certain our realtor is getting ready to kill one of us. But for obvious reasons Travis didn't say that. He braced himself for another ridicules answer like the others he'd heard today.

The hallway is too narrow. The window is too high. The bathroom is too big. How in the name of Zeus is a bathroom too big? But of course Travis had just smiled and said something along the lines of "Of course, honey. Now that you say it I see it too." Then he'd turned to the homeowner and said "This home is very nice but I'm afraid my wife and I really must have a smaller restroom- it's kind of a deal breaker."

Yes the realtor and the home owner had both looked at him as though he'd sprouted another head but it had been worth it because Katie had took his hand and smiled even though she had been in a pretty crabby mood all day. So Travis was preparing himself for another ridicules answer that he would pretend to agree with wholeheartedly but when she opened her mouth, she said the last thing he expected her to.

"It just doesn't feel right."

"Huh?"

"That house. It doesn't feel right," Katie repeated. She looked upset.

"Okay," Travis said nodding. "Just one question."

"Yes?" Katie asked.

"Right well-uh-what?"

"This is our first house, Travis," Katie chided. "It has to feel like home! This place doesn't." This actually made some sense. Travis stepped toward her and pulled her into his arms.

"I get it, Katie," he said. "We'll keep looking." He turned back to the house to tell the realtor that they wanted to keep looking and they found her sitting on the stairs in front of the house with her head in her hands.

"But," he added turning back to his wife. "We may need to find a new realtor."

Katie laughed, which was a pleasant sound to hear after their stressful day.

It took three more months and seven more relaters (some less patient than others), but eventually they put an offer on the house they were destined to live the rest of their life in.

AN: I'm really sorry it was so short, but that's how I like to do my Traties. My next one will hopefully be more fun and through Katie's POV if you guys want. Review please.

-Tata