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From the moment Amy discovered she was pregnant, she had been so excited to start planning and decorating their baby's nursery. This was her first baby, maybe even her only baby and she was set on everything being perfect. The perfect crib and changing table, the perfect wardrobe and wooden rocking chair, the perfect material for cushions and blankets.

"What colour do you want to go?" Sheldon asked as they walked down the aisles of the homeware store. Sheldon never knew there were so many colour in the world, how could one colour have so many shades. Sea Breeze, Blazer and Tallow, Sheldon thought these could be crazy celebrity baby names, not the names of paint. What was wrong with just a simple blue or red?

"I know we're having a girl but I really don't think we should do pink, I want to keep things neutral." Amy explained, as she walked that little bit ahead of Sheldon, a little more eager about the job at hand. Even though he loved to be prepared, even he had to admit that he thought Amy had jumped into all of this rather quickly. She was only 23 weeks, it seemed too soon to be starting nursery plans.

"So yellow?" Sheldon asked, stopping at a colour that was labelled Light Yellow 1, he appreciated the simplicity.

"Maybe" Amy shrugged, rubbing her stomach as she surveyed the colours. Sheldon wondered if she could feel their baby moving, the wiggles and kicks were happening a lot more lately. "I just want one wall painted, like a feature wall," she explained, even if Sheldon didn't understand it was a clear vision in her head. "What do you think about a really pale grey? Or is even that too dark?"

"If it's just one wall, does it even matter?" It was when Amy stopped a few feet ahead of him and turned round with narrowed eyes that he realised maybe he shouldn't have voiced that though out loud.

"Yes, it matters to me. Look, if you're not going to be helpful, you can just go and wait in the car." Pregnancy had definitely made her snappy, her hormones and emotions were all over the place, they had levelled out a bit now but the mood swings in her first trimester were scary.

"I'm sorry" Sheldon reached out and massaged her shoulders. "I'll be helpful, I promise. Grey sounds lovely."

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"I'm still not very comfortable with you doing this," Sheldon looked on with concern as his wife stood on a small step stool. She was dressed in one of his old, long shirts and an old pair of jeans that she didn't even know she still owned. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail with a few strands of hair already dangling loose. She had a paintbrush in her hand and was chewing the corner of her lip as she concentrated on the job at hand.

They had finally, well Amy, had settled on the palest grey colour she could find. Fog grey. Sheldon didn't think the name did the colour justice, he even had to admit he quite liked it too. It was the subtle, neutral shade Amy was after and as long as it made her happy then Sheldon was happy too.

"Will you please relax, I'm about a foot off the ground" Amy sighed as she continued to paint the wall in what would be their baby's bedroom. Upon arriving home, Amy had been keen to start painting straight away, insisting that they needed to make a start because once they did it would start to feel like a real room. Sheldon had to admit that it was all starting to seem very real.

"I know that but I've told you I'm more than capable of doing it myself" Sheldon told her. He was already insisting that his wife take it easy, she had been complaining of how much her back and feet were hurting her as they walked down the aisles at the paint store. "I just want you both to be safe."

Amy stopped painting and looked over at her husband. She loved it when he suddenly had a moment of letting her know how he felt about her. To some the comment may have been flippant, she knew some couples that would probably playfully rip into to one another for being soppy but from someone who had taken so long to open up, she found it rather heartwarming that now he was able to express things so naturally.

"We are safe, I promise" Amy offered him a small smile. "It's just like I'm standing on my tiptoes." The stool barely added any height but she knew that that wouldn't help to keep Sheldon relaxed. "Besides, I want to help. This is something we should be doing together, while I can actually still move and see my toes" she laughed.

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It was a few weeks later once all the furniture for their little ones nursery had been purchased, that Amy decided it was time to make a start on putting it all together. Of course, Sheldon had insisted she take it easy and with her back now starting to hurt, she had taken his advice and was now currently perched in the wooden rocking chair, smiling to herself as she watched him struggle with assembling the crib.

"I don't understand why this isn't going in there. Isn't that where it's supposed to go?" Sheldon asked as he held a plank of wood in his hands, the large sheet of instructions sprawled out on the floor below him.

"And there you were not wanting to use the instructions" Amy laughed as she gently rocked herself back and forth. She found the motion surprisingly soothing and couldn't help it as her mind drifted to a few months into the future when she would be in here, probably fighting exhaustion with a tiny little baby lying against her chest.

"Yes, well. It isn't as easy as you think" Sheldon had been insistent that with two degrees and being a child genius that assembling a few planks of wood would be a piece of cake, however he had heavily underestimated the task. Even now, with the instructions, he was still just as confused. "Maybe we should call someone. Howard has done this before, he should know what to do" he was growing frustrated that the task wasn't coming to him easily.

"No, come on" Amy sighed, bending forwards as she scooped up the instructions from the floor and laid them out across her knee. "We can do this. It's our little project" she smiled, as her eyes scanned over the instructions. She knew it took a lot for Sheldon to cave but she also knew that he would hate it if they hadn't achieved the finished result themselves.

"Is this the right way?" he asked tilting the plank of wood. "I don't know anymore."

Amy watched him for a little bit longer, the confusion etched upon his face was incredibly cute. The way his mouth was slightly pouted and the corner of his eyes were slightly crinkled. In her eyes, he was the epitome of being absolutely adorable and she hoped so much that their little girl looked just like him.

"You have the wrong bit" Amy told him as she rose from her spot in the wooden chair, it was getting harder to lift herself up from a sitting position. "You need this bit here, that bit goes with that bit" she tried her best to explain, looking over her shoulder and back at the instructions to make sure she was right.

"How do you know this? They all look the same" he was grateful that she had now come to his aid. He hated to admit it, but the whole thing was really starting to stress him out. "I think maybe it's best if we just stick to putting the crib together today."

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"This came earlier, you never opened it" Amy gestured over to the neatly wrapped parcel that had been sitting on their kitchen table as she made them both a cup of tea. It had arrived, addressed to Sheldon early this morning but he had been quickly shooed into the nursery and simply hadn't had the time to open it.

"That looks like my mums writing" he examined the parcel in his hand, observing the familiarity of the handwriting, before peeling back the paper. "Oh, I haven't seen this in years" he smiled.

"What is it?" Amy asked. She turned round to see Sheldon holding a thick, knitted, dark blue blanket. When he clocked Amy's confused expression he started to explain.

"This was mine when I was a baby. I took it everywhere with me" he smiled as he thought back on the vivid memories he had and the various photos he had seen of him as a toddler with this very blanket dragging behind him. "Mum left a note saying how she thought our baby would like this."

Amy could feel the tears already appearing in her eyes. The thought of their little girl having something, loving something that once belonged to her father made Amy's heart feel so full. It reminded her to dig out her old dolls house once she visited her parents.

"I think it will go perfectly in the nursery"

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