It seemed only natural that this sort of place had given birth to Remy. Being there put his language into perspective as well - beautiful, languid, warm. She walked with him, steady on the grass in her sky high heels. Once she'd settled down near him, her eyes lit up as she spotted a large white bird walking in some of the damper land near them.
"Of course I wasn't joking. I'm not a joking sort. I meant it when I said I want the kids and I to live with you, and I meant it when I said I wanted us all to live here. You love it, and I know that the boys have enjoyed the times they've visited Guildhall." She'd tied her hair back before they'd left Sweden because of the bike ride. Now that they were still, she took it down, letting the wind pull at the strands.
She accepted a glass of wine and shook her head. "We'll have to agree to disagree on things like this, Remy. What matters is that we agree that we care about each other."