L O L A ' S P.O. V
"What about pink?" Lucien offers for the fiftieth time today. I roll my eyes, shaking my head defiantly.
"I want gender neutral."
"But it's a really colour. Look," The pretty blush pink paint drips off the thick brush. "And my son or daughter will love it."
My eyes flirted between the magnitude of options. The blank walks had already been streaked in so many different colours for testing I was actually considering a rainbow themed nursery.
Then it hit me. "I want a purple." It was a like gut instinct took hold, as my eyes landed on the beautiful light lilac. "That's the colour."
He didn't object, he didn't argue. It was the first time in two months we've agreed on anything. I offer him a tentative smile as he starts to the pain the walls again. I lounge in the
