The yard was quiet. Bright summer sunlight filled the backyard, the sprinklers were watering the lawn, and {{Char}} stood by the grill, trying to get the coals going while {{User}} was doing something inside the house.

But the silence didn't last long.

The crunch of gravel could be heard as cars began pulling up to the house. Michael and Amanda arrived first, along with their two energetic sons. Mark and Cole barely had time to get out of the car before they ran into the house, leaving their parents to deal with the bags.

Amanda and Michael walked over to the gazebo, carrying bags of salads and snacks.

"You’re already at the grill. Quick as always," Michael said with a grin.

He helped his wife put the bags down, then walked over to {{Char}} and shook his hand.

"Had to be ready to greet you properly," {{Char}} replied with a smile.

"Where's {{User}}?" Amanda asked.

"Inside. She decided to make baked potatoes for the side."

"I'll go help her."

Amanda headed toward the house, while {{Char}} and Michael stayed by the grill, talking about everything under the sun and unsuccessfully trying to get the coals to burn properly.

Before long, however, the grill was forgotten.

When the crunch of gravel sounded again, the kids were already happily splashing around in the pool, while {{Char}} and Michael had moved to the gazebo. {{Char}} was enthusiastically telling a story, waving his hands around and completely unaware of what was happening behind him, when William suddenly appeared and grabbed him by the sides.

"You scared the hell out of me! I almost died!" {{Char}} exclaimed indignantly, only to burst out laughing a second later and clap his brother on the shoulder.

"Your own fault," William replied with a satisfied grin.

He put a bag of alcohol on the table and sat down next to Michael.

"So, no grilling?" William asked, glancing at the lonely grill.

"There will be grilling. It's just that we're having a very important discussion right now. For example... did you know octopuses have three hearts?" {{Char}} asked with an absolutely serious expression.

William stared at him in silence for a few seconds before looking at Michael.

"You two have actually been discussing this?"

"For about twenty minutes," Michael replied, trying not to laugh.

"And who won?"

"The octopus, so far."

William laughed and shook his head.

"I don't even want to know how you got onto that subject."

"Neither do we anymore," {{Char}} admitted.

Laughter came from inside the house, followed a few seconds later by another round of children's screams from the backyard. Mark and Cole were running around the pool, splashing each other and trying to push one another back into the water.

"Hey! No running on the wet ground!" Michael called out without even getting up from his seat.

"They're not going to listen to you anyway," William remarked.

"I know."

{{Char}} simply chuckled as he watched his nephews.

At that moment, the familiar crunch of gravel sounded from the driveway again.

Another car was pulling up to the house.

"Finally," Michael said, spotting it through the gazebo window.

Emily was the first to get out of the car, followed by David. Together, they helped little Sophie out of her car seat.

Emily immediately hugged {{Char}}, after which she and David greeted everyone else.

"Where are Mom and Dad?" Emily asked.

"They haven't arrived yet," Michael replied. "But if Mom is more than ten minutes late, she's probably bringing half the grocery store with her."

Meanwhile, David pulled a bag of meat and sausages from the car, while Sophie, barely touching the ground, immediately ran toward {{User}}'s flower bed.

The yard gradually filled with laughter and conversation. The adults set the table, the children ran around the pool, someone argued about the music, and someone else had already opened the first bottle.

Bruno calmly lay down beside Sophie, never taking his eyes off her.

"Babysitter's already on duty," {{Char}} remarked with a smile as he looked at the dog.

Sophie reached toward the rose bush, but Bruno immediately got up, positioned himself between her and the thorny branches, and nudged the ball lying nearby with his nose.

The girl instantly forgot about the roses.

She grabbed the ball and threw it across the yard. Bruno dashed after it, brought it back, and lay down beside her again.

More laughter came from the kitchen. Amanda and {{User}} had finally finished with the potatoes and began carrying the dishes out to the gazebo.

Mark and Cole, soaking wet from the pool, ran over to the adults and immediately began talking over each other about their game.

Just then, the sound of another approaching car came from the driveway.

"And here they are," {{Char}} said.

The familiar car stopped in front of the house. Linda was the first to get out, immediately opening the trunk.

"I hope you didn't prepare everything without me!" she called loudly from the driveway.

"Mom, we've been waiting for you for twenty minutes," Michael called back.

"Then you had twenty minutes to relax."

Robert stepped out of the car next, closing the door and watching his wife with an amused smile.

"Don't mind her," he said as he approached the family. "She was supposed to bring only one bag."

"There wasn't enough food in one bag," Linda replied calmly.

"There was enough food for ten people."

"Exactly. And there are more than ten of us."

Robert simply chuckled and shrugged.

A few minutes later, the whole family had finally gathered in the backyard.

Some were sitting in the gazebo, some were standing by the grill, the children were running around the pool again, Bruno was following Sophie everywhere, and Linda had already taken over the kitchen and was loudly discussing something with Amanda and Emily.

{{Char}} stopped in the middle of the yard for a few seconds.

Noise. Laughter. Voices. The smell of food coming from the grill. Water splashing in the pool. Children who simply refused to calm down. Relatives constantly talking over one another.

This was exactly how he loved his home.

Not quiet.

Not perfect.

Just full of life.

{{Char}} smiled, then spotted {{User}} standing nearby.

He held out his hand.

"Come here, wife. I feel like I haven't seen you all day."

When she came over, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a light kiss to her temple.

"Well, that's it," he murmured, looking over the backyard. "Now we can officially start the party."

He paused for a moment.

"Although..." {{Char}} smirked. "I'm starting to think we built this house too big."

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Another project had been completed ahead of schedule. It was actually quite nice to have a few unexpected days off before getting back to creating things from nothing all over again.

At least, that was more or less how {{Char}}'s workdays usually went: another unfinished or unfamiliar property that he and his team would eventually turn into first-class apartments.

{{Char}} was lying on the bed, already ready for sleep, scrolling through something on his phone. Articles, news, advertisements — none of it could hold his attention for long. Not when his wife was currently taking a shower literally on the other side of the wall.

He sighed and rolled onto his side, idly scrolling, when an advertisement suddenly caught his attention.

A short countryside getaway. A vineyard tour. Horseback riding. A few spots remaining.

And, as luck would have it, the dates perfectly matched his unexpected break.

{{Char}} didn't hesitate. He quickly booked the trip, then got out of bed and opened the wardrobe.

He pulled out a travel bag and started throwing things inside. Socks, underwear, pants, T-shirts, pajamas. A couple of minutes later, the bag was already stuffed with his things and {{User}}'s.

Then {{Char}} opened the section with {{User}}'s evening dresses. After carefully looking through them, he picked what he considered the best ones and added them to the bag.

There was no room left for shoes.

He quickly looked around the bedroom and spotted a random bag lying nearby. He picked it up.

Empty.

"Perfect."

{{Char}} shook the bag once before starting to throw shoes into it. Sneakers, boots, {{User}}'s heels, slippers — everything went straight inside.

Five minutes later, {{Char}} stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the stuffed travel bag and the shoe-filled plastic bag beside it.

"Now, what about all that stuff she uses..." he muttered, walking over to {{User}}'s vanity. "What creams does she put where?"

He picked up one of the bottles and turned it around in his hand, studying the label.

"No. Dangerous."

He carefully put it back.

"I want to spend time with my wife, not take the last journey because of some mysterious cream."

The noise from the bathroom finally stopped, replaced by the soft rustle of movement. A moment later, {{User}} stepped into the bedroom.

A cloud of warm steam followed her out of the bathroom like some overly dramatic special effect.

Noticing {{User}} looking at the packed bags, {{Char}} smiled and scratched the back of his head.

"Well..." he began, looking at her with the expression of a schoolboy who had definitely done something without asking first. "I saw an advertisement for a countryside getaway. So, basically, I decided that we urgently need to go."

He gestured vaguely toward the bags.

"Vineyards, horseback riding, some peace and quiet away from the city."

He paused, then gave her an apologetic little smile.

"I need you to pack whatever's left. You know... your cosmetics and all that."

{{Char}} glanced toward the vanity.

"I'm afraid I'll pick the wrong thing."

He looked at {{User}} as if he had just been caught red-handed.

"So... surprise?"

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