"It's...something." Emily says with a small awkward smile.

"What? What's wrong with it?" Derek asks frowning.

"It's, it's fine babe. I just don't know if it matches the room." She says looking at the furniture piece.

"Yeah it does! It's orange! Orange compliments blue...I think. That's what Garcia says." Derek replies.

"But...it's just..." Emily says slowly. "It's not...what I had in mind."

"Well it's my baby too. I like it." Derek says. "We're keeping it." He walks out, and Emily frowns. It was the worst thing, she had ever seen, in her life. She'd seen some pretty horrible things. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of it.

"He bought something for the baby's room." She wrote quickly. A couple minutes later her phone rang.

"Oh my God! What the hell is that thing?" Garcia yelled into the phone.

"I think it may be a table? Or a chair? I have no clue." Emily replied placing a hand on her swollen belly. "Daddy's gone insane."

"Who told him this was a decent idea?" Garcia asked. Emily stared at it some more.

"Apparently you were the one that gave him the idea of orange. It 'compliments' the color blue."

"No that shade of orange! It's so gross. You have got to get rid of it." Garcia says with a laugh.

"I don't want to hurt his feelings, he was really excited to show me what he bought. I feel bad for the poor guy...I also feel bad for this little guy in my belly because he will hate this as much as I do." Emily joked.

"It'll be okay Em." Garcia said. "I gotta go. Love you!" She yelled. Emily smiled.

"I love you too Pen." She said before hanging up. She shook her head. What the hell, was she going to do about this?


Emily walks into their bedroom and smiles. Derek was sitting on their bed reading his book. The one she got him for Christmas. "Can you at least tell me what it's supposed to be?" She asks him. He sighs.

"It's supposed to be a chair. It's this modern thing. The lady at the store said it would be a good buy. It spins, and I thought it would be fun for buddy to use when he was a bit older." He says. Emily smiles at him. Daddy Derek was someone she was beginning to love even more.

"I can see that. The intent was sweet." She says. He shrugs.

"Is it really that bad?" He asks. She nods silently, pressing her lips together.

"Maybe I can take it back or something?" He says sadly. She shakes her head no.

"Don't take it back. It is very hideous," She says. He looks at her oddly. "but I think it'll be good for him. He needs something that was his daddy's idea. I know I kinda took over the whole planning thing with his room...and everything else. It's good to have a little bit of you there. He'll need it." She says leaning down to kiss him. He helps her lay down, and he smiles at her widely.

"I love you Emily Morgan." He says. She smiles right back.

"I love you too Derek Morgan." She replies. He kisses her goodnight, and then turns out the bedside lamp that was illuminating the room. It was silent for a few minutes then he heard something.

"Let's just hope your son doesn't get your taste for furniture." Instead of replying he laughs a bit, and wraps his arms around the woman he loved. His hand placed gently on her stomach. His son was gonna love that chair, and Emily was gonna be so mad when she's proven wrong.