Mark
First, we started the guest room just down the hall from our room. It was going to be our little girls’ room, so I decided to get a very light grey paint for the walls, so Abby doesn't get suspicious.
"This is nice" she comments as we are halfway through with the room. I smile and look at her, she's in one of my plain white tees with some overalls while her hair is placed in a high bun on top of her head.
Even like this she looked perfect none the less I can't believe how she does that.
"Yeah I think so too" I step back from the wall examining it , Abby comes to my side to take a look herself I took the chance to place my arm over her shoulder and stare at the now empty room that soon is going to be for our daughter someday.
"I'm really happy for you mark"
"For me, why?"
"I m
