Steele Dreaming
by Tanya Reed
Disclaimer: I steele don't own Remington Steele, but I can "dream".
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"I haven't felt this tired since that stay in the sleep hospital," Remington whispered to Laura as the older woman in front of them fiddled with a key.
"Shhh," Laura hissed, though her hand reached out to clasp his.
"Really, Laura, this must be the tenth house we've looked at."
The woman, now opening the door, stated reprovingly, "Now, Mr. Steele, choosing the house where you're going to raise your family is a very serious undertaking."
"Besides," Laura echoed, "This will be the first important thing we buy together."
The two of them followed the woman into the house. At every other house they had been to, Laura had gone in, looked at every room, and then shaken her head firmly at her husband. That's why Remington was surprised by a gasp from his wife and a squeeze of his hand.
"Laura?" he asked.
Laura never answered. She was too busy looking around the entryway of the house she had been led into. Slowly, she peeked into the doorway closest to her, ignoring the prattling of the real estate agent.
"…and it's got four bedrooms and a laundry room upstairs. There's another stairway up from the kitchen…"
"Four bedrooms?" Remington asked with raised eyebrows.
Laura let go of her husband's hand and wandered into the room she had been peeking into. It was a large room with lots of windows. Somehow, she could see the room filled with furniture, children, pets, and her piano. Looking out of the nearest window she saw a tree—a big tall tree.
She could hear Remington out in the hallway, talking to their agent. Vaguely, she wondered why he wasn't with her, exploring their new house. This was their new house; she could feel it. People had lived in this house, loved in this house, and now it was opening its arms to her.
She followed a small hallway into a large, modern kitchen. Curling stairs at the back of the room led up and up. Laura hurried over to them and touched their cold wood. She could see her small daughter as she would be in a couple of years sitting there, perched on those stairs.
"Laura?" came Remington's voice.
"I'm in here," she called.
He entered the kitchen from a door right next to the one she'd come in. She smiled when she saw him, her pretty face lighting up and dimples appearing in her cheeks.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"This is it."
"You haven't even seen the whole house yet."
"I don't have to. Can't you feel it?"
Steele smiled his boyish smile. He couldn't feel it. To him, it was a nice house and he liked it, but that was it. However, anything that made Laura's eyes shine like this had to be right. He trusted her, and if she felt sure then that was good enough for him.
"You're sure?"
"You have to ask? Just look at this place! It's perfect."
"Well, then let's go tell Mrs. Beezenwacker that she's just made herself a sale."
