Savannah/Marty/G/Sam
Savannah grabbed Marty's hand and dragged him (not that Marty had left her side since last night) to where Sam and G were. "So we're getting a house." It wasn't a question, and none of them were stupid enough to argue. "If it's just us, then a three bedroom is fine. We can always move to a four bedroom when we have our third child, but I'm not pregnant so don't worry about that." It was easier to lay down all of the options.
"If you want Sean and Troy, then a four bedroom. If you want Jenna and her family or Robert and her family, then we need a five bedroom," she said. "You'd better make up your mind and quickly, because depending on what you'd like we have to tell the others."
Sam looked at G. "So we're getting a house," he said with a tiny smirk. "In case you were wondering, you know? because you couldn't possibly want to live alone with me." He shrugged. "Whatever you feel comfortable with, I'm good."