There was something so strange about sleeping in Susannah's bed in the summer house. I had spent so much time dancing on it as a kid, my mom and Susannah laughing and smiling as I tried to listen into their gossip. Her bed had always smelled like her, like love and warmth and happiness. But now, it was my bed. The strange feeling went away when Conrad wrapped his half-asleep arms around me. This is what Susannah would have wanted. Conrad and I would be staying at the summer house for all of summer, just like the old days. The days before cancer, before Mr. Fisher, before everything with Jeremiah. All is right and pure, and every day feels like waking up in the Cousin's house.

This is the first complete and undisrupted summer since Susannah passed. Conrad just graduated from med school at Columbia, and I've been working in New York. Conrad is starting his residency at Columbia Presbytarian in September, so the summer is all our's. Our first full summer as a married couple, our first summer of relaxation.

"Good morning Belly," Conrad said as he squeezed me a bit tighter. Waking up in the summer house next to him was still surreal. I imagined how 16 year old Belly would feel, knowing this is where life would take her. She'd be pleased.

"Good morning Conrad, what do you want to do today?" I asked him, I wanted each summer day in Cousins to be a memorable day. I wanted to walk on the Boardwalk and visit his mother's garden and swim at night and run into the ocean together.

"I was thinking we could stay in bed all day. I'll make us some breakfast and then we'll just stay right here," Conrad said, pulling me under the covers and kissing my neck.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," I said, kissing him back.

"I'm glad we're on the same page," he said, getting out of bed. He was wearing his boxers and only his boxers. It was weird to see him walk around almost naked in the Cousins house. The Cousins house was my childhood, and as right as it felt, it was also a little weird. "Belly, pancakes or waffles?" he asked, waiting at the doorway.

"You really don't have to make me anything, but if you're asking, waffles" I said, following him to the kitchen.

"Stay in bed, I'll be quick," he said, closing the door on me. So I went back to bed and I looked over at the dresser. Susannah kept a picture of all of us; Conrad, Jeremiah, Steven, mom, her, and me. I was about ten years old and they pulled me out of the pool to take the picture. I was wearing a one piece bathing suit and my goggles were on my head. Conrad was behind me with his hands on my shoulders, he wasn't interested in being in the picture. Steven was next to Conrad and Jeremiah was next to him, Jeremiah was smiling right at the camera. My mom and Susannah stood behind all of us, they looked like they were mid laugh. That was the same happiness I felt waking up in this house next to Conrad. I wondered if we'd have pictures like that, pictures with our children in this house. I stared at the frame for a while, imagining that moment with glee and nostalgia. Conrad came back with waffles for me and a protein shake for himself.

"Thank you," I said, kissing him as he handed me the tray.

"My pleasure Bells, I'm so lucky an Eggo can make you so happy," he said, getting back into bed as he sipped his shake.

"Not just an Eggo, anything with sugar," I said, winking at him.

"C'mon Belly, I know that," he said, stealing a bite of my waffle, "let me see that picture." He took it from me and stared at it for a while, smiling. He looked over at me and back at the picture, laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" I ask, Conrad could make me feel so beautiful, but his little Conrad smirk brought me back to the days when I longed to hang out with the boys, the days where I was the little brat.

"I just hope that one day when we have a daughter, she looks just like you. God, you were so cute," he said, my jaw dropped. We'd been married for almost a year, but we'd never talked about having children. I'd barely thought about it, well until the moment right before Conrad brought it up.

"Really, I hope we have a son who looks just like you." I said, smiling up at him and then down at the picture. He smiled back, I could tell he was thinking, he had such a funny thinking face.

"Nah, I was such a pain in the ass." Conrad said, laughing. I joined in on the laughing.

"Yeah, but I always liked you," I said, moving my empty tray to the bedside table.

"You know, maybe we should have a baby. I mean, I'm going to be working long hours when we get back to the city, but they'll be shorter this year than when I'm done with my residency. I've actually been thinking about it a lot, I even found this great apartment with three bedrooms super close to the hospital. And god, could you imagine little kids running around this house. My mom would be so happy to see that, I wish she was here to be with us and to watch us be so happy," He rambled, and Conrad was not much of a rambler. I was so touched, and he was right. We were at the perfect place in our lives to have a baby.

"Well, maybe we should practice making this baby," I said, and Conrad pulled me closer to him and pulled the covers over us. This summer house just needed the pitter patter of little feet.