She rolled her eyes at his tone, knowing full well he was simply agreeing with her for the sake of agreeing with her. He was such a pest. She only tolerated him because she was so madly in love with him. Oh. Well, that made sense, then, didn't it? And a smile crossed her face as he admitted he had no idea what color mauve was. She'd rather known he wouldn't.
His arms slid around her and she leaned back against him, nuzzling his head with her own. She loved him, and she already loved the child she carried, even if it was barely even created. She knew the world wasn't perfect. Anything could happen between then and the point when she actually brought their baby into the world. But she'd fight tooth and nail to make sure it happened and safely.
Her eyes closed for a moment, simply breathing in the moment before she turned back to the room she was looking at. "Yellow," she declared a breath later. "Neutral, perfect for a girl or a boy. And some pretty wood furniture. The crib could go by the window." To Robin, it would seem she was planning for a distant future. After all, they had purchased the house with every intention of starting a family. But to her, it was planning for then and now. Getting ready. Nine months seemed like a very long time until she really started thinking about how much work went into making sure your life was ready for a baby.