The door to the nursery opened as they approached to reveal the spit-shined rooms that had once housed his mother. The room still contained the fine, old furniture that his grandmother had picked out and the images of chubby dragons and dancing fairies that she'd chosen to welcome her little girl. It was strange to think of his mother as a child much less one that had played with toys and read the picture books kept in the window seat's hidden compartment.
They'd already looked at the room and had discussed what type of changes they'd want to make based on whether they were having a girl or a boy. Having to have room for two babies had never even crossed his mind.