"I said that if we notch any doorframe, we should notch the one in the nursery, because that's her space," Daizi said, standing up and bringing her cup to the sink.
"I do not know if she would want that when she is seventeen," Dark pointed out, "or even when she is fifteen, end every year we go into her bedroom to carve into her wall. And anywhere more visible and accessible in the house, I would not want her to feel embarrassed when her friends come over. It would be like if she brings a partner home and I sit them down to show them baby pictures of her, I do not want her to feel like every stranger who visits gets to see her entire childhood, and I know it is technically only notches on a wall, but I do not know what kind of person she will be." He stood, bouncing Ivy up, and with the same casual tone he had been using the entire conversation added, "And if things go very, very wrong, and bombs fall here, there is more of a chance we can find it if my shed is blown to bits." Then, pausing, he drummed on Ivy's back, and corrected himself, "Or, a house fire. I meant a house fire." There. That was less upsetting! Saved it. He set up the stroller, setting Ivy safely inside of it, and checking to make sure the wheels were still locked, he picked up the diaper bag and put it where it belonged.
Inhaling, Daizi squeezed Alec's shoulder, and said, "Luckily we don't have to worry about house fires. And we've got plenty of time to figure out the right spot for it, if we decide to notch the wall. But, come on, we've got places to be."