"Step… step again… one more," Gil directed Heather up the stairs of the dominion. His left hand was covering her eyes, to insure no peeking, whilst his right hand was holding hers to provide something stable for her to hold onto as they strode up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Heather asked. She picked her right foot up and moved it around until it found the next step.

"Turn right," Gil gently moved her in the right direction. "It's a surprise."

The two walked along the hallway in silence. Finally after nearly ten minutes, Gil told Heather to stop walking.

"This is why I wouldn't let you in here."

He removed his hand from her eyes; The sunlight made her blink a few times but after recovering from the light, she realized they were standing in front of the baby's nursery.

With a huge smile Gil opened the door to the room. Heather gasped as she stepped into the nursery to take in the sight.

The last time she had been in the room, before Gil had started working on it, it had been completely bare with peeling paint and dirty windows. Now, it was painted a soft yellow, the color the two had agreed upon; A white crib was nestled in the far corner of the room; Also new additions to the room were a rocking chair, a changing table, various toys and brand new clothes.

"It's amazing," She whispered, choking back tears.

Gil beamed. "I'm glad you like it. A couple of guys from work helped me assemble the crib and a few other things. Here, come sit in this chair."

Heather followed him into the room. Upon reaching the chair, she smiled as he motioned for her to sit in it.

"Go on, sit down."

She did so with a grin; Once seated, Heather sighed contentedly.

"Oh my God this has to be the most comfortable chair in the world," She closed her eyes whilst slowly rocking back and forth. "I haven't been this comfortable since my fourth month."

Now eight months pregnant, Heather's stomach was extremely large. Each morning Gil greeted her by saying 'Are they sure you're only having one?' It wasn't funny to her; Of course it wouldn't be, she was the one carrying the child inside of her for nine months. All things considering, she really didn't mind. Just sometimes Gil's every morning joke annoyed her.

"I'm glad you're comfortable. Anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm good. But I think I'm going to take a nap right here," Heather replied sleepily.

Gil pulled a knitted blanket from the crib and covered Heather up with it. He tiptoed from the room with a smile, thankful that he had managed to keep the room's completion a secret from her until it had been finished.

"Sleep tight," He whispered from the door.

"Mmm."

Gil walked down the stairs with a grin, happy the pregnant woman was finally getting some rest.