"Oh come on Tim, it's cuuuuuteeee!"
Abby dragged McGee into their new, red painted baby nursery. He originally wanted it to be blue and green, considering they were so sure they were having a boy. When Abby suggested red, he tried asking for a firetruck theme. But no, she wanted something similar to the Adam's Family nursery. And he was too afraid of a hormonal Abby to say no. Besides, maybe later on they could repaint...
"You don't think it's too... I don't know, overpowering? I mean red is a very strong color, Abby." "That's good! His little brain needs to be used to that early on. That's why we have... Swirly lampshades!" Tim sighed at the tiny lamps on the baby dresser. They had black lace somehow shaped into a spiral pattern, and red light bulbs. God, his kid wasn't going to know the difference between his bedroom and a brothel.
The crib luckily wasn't too bad. McGee was afraid Abby would end up buying a baby coffin for him. More like really, really terrified. Of course, the crib was black, and of course it had skull covered little sheets and a mobile overhead with tiny bats instead of anything baby friendly. God, the room alone cost probably over a thousand dollars, (he still hadn't looked at the receipt from their shopping trip because he knew he wouldn't have the heart to tell Abby no,) and they'd have diapers and formula and clothes and...
"TIM! Are you listening to me?" There she was, his Gothic beauty and the love of his life, staring at him like a normal human being would stare at their nursery, holding a Rita Mortis Teddy Scares stuffed animal. "It's cute, Abby. But no tattoos until he's at least eighteen, alright?"