Rhode had to laugh at herself a little, because he was right. "Only a little bit horrible," she told him. She wound her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. "I have been feeling kind of lonely, I can't lie. But I'm sorry if I've been acting bitchy lately."
"Ooh, let me-". The words died on her lips as she took in the nursery. It was a wash of turquoise, blue, and white, very peaceful-looking. The chandelier was a beautiful touch too, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. "It's beautiful," she whispered at last. "It's perfect." She turned and flung herself back into his arms. "Thank you," she said, kissing him again. "I love it."