The downfall of buying a home that needed work to be done was that there was, in fact, always something to be done. Whether it was patching the roof, replacing windows or building furniture for the said home, there was never an idle minute. Not in the hours after work, not in the mornings before work, and certainly not in the middle of the night when he was restless.

Beau was careful not to disrupt Eva as he climbed out of bed that evening. From the looks of it, pregnancy was exhausting and he wasn't looking to keep her from her rest. He'd carried his boots to the front porch, dropping into the chair to tie them up tight before grabbing his hammer and heading towards the still-broken fence. It seemed no matter how many boards he replaced there was always another that needed to be adjusted or fixed. And, if Eva was serious about wanting her cow, the fence needed to be in place sooner than later.

Hours passed as Beau worked by both moon and lamp light. At least it wasn't frigid out. Soon enough, winter would be here and any work to be done outside would be a chore. He cut another board to length, wincing at the louder than normal clang as the sawed off piece fell. Beau was far enough from the house to hope he didn't wake Eva with the noise, but not far enough to be certain. Either way, he kept at it. She would find him if she woke.