Chapter 121 She's Here

• We resumed walking, slower now, with my fingers laced through his. He mentioned the house and the nursery they'd finally finished painting in light red because I liked the colour. Besides, we didn't want to follow the normal blue for boys and pink for girls. Hell, I don't mind if my baby boy likes pink and my baby girl loves blue or even black.
• “The crib came yesterday,” he said. “I put it together myself. Took four hours and I only swore twice.”
• “I'm sure it's perfect.” I knew he was waiting for praise. That's my damned lover. He might act as if he didn't care for every little thing, but he liked it whenever I appreciated every damned little thing he did.