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“No, you’re a guy Every shade of pink probably looks like orange to you”

Xander insisted on painting the nursery hi professionals I co to do it hi to him for a week

No, make that a month

Heck, maybe even a year

And let’s face it, the chances of hih since over the pink paint he has to paint a silvery stenciled detail I highly doubt he can get that right, but here’s to hoping

Ever since we found out we’re having a girl I’ve been going crazy with plans for the nursery I knew iirly and pink, because hey, that’s me

The crib, dresser, aret the rooether

“Xander,” I plead through the door “One small peek won’t hurt me”

The door flies open behind me and I fall back “Shit,” he curses “I didn’t know you were there” He helps o downstairs and leave me alone”

“Fine,” I sigh, reluctant to agree to his teret

I step through the doorway and nearly slip on the sheet he has laid over the hardwood “Shit, Thea, be careful,” he warns, grabbing my arm to steady me

I look around the room, tears in my eyes

“What do you think?” he asks nervously

“It’s perfect”

He hasn’t done ht shade of pink