"I'm up here," she called when she heard James calling out. "In the nursery." Well, the soon to be nursery. Right now it was empty, just plain blue walls and beige carpeting. But there was so much potential. The room would get natural sunlight in the morning, facing out over the garden and rolling hills that made up their backyard.
She could picture the crib in the corner, with a rocking chair nearby. They'd pain the walls a deep blue or rosy pink, or maybe a seafoam green, or cheerful yellow. Something soothing.
"What do you think, hippogriffs and dragons?" she asked, turning to greet her husband with a smile. "Or snitches and brooms?"