I own nothing. I still need names. There is a poll on my profile to pick the gender. I will relieve the gender in an ultrasound tomorrow.
Sam had decided to turn the upstairs guest room into a nursery. The only question left was how to get Danny to agree to her color choice.
"Sam, we have to make up our minds on the color."
"I already have."
"We aren't going to paint the nursery black. Babies need color. That's why I wanted blue."
"How about a compromise?"
"What compromise?" asked Danny.
"I pick the color. Stop making that face. You can pick the theme."
Deal, but the color can't be black."
"The theme can't be Danny Phantom."
"Hey! I would make a great theme."
"Okay then get painting."
"One problem. We don't have paint."
"That's not true."
"Sam, did you just say black, so I would let you pick the color."
"Yes."
"Where is it?" ask Danny.
"Downstairs."
"You and your clever mind. Always tricking me. I'm not that clueless. If I didn't know better, I'd say..." His voice faded in to murmurs as he phased threw the floor.
"Sam, this is lavender," Danny said as his head phased threw the floor."
"I'm almost scared to ask how you know that."
"It is on the can."
"Oh. That makes sense. Don't forget to paint the borders. I'll be in our room. I love you so very much."
"Where did that come from? Are you okay?"
"Yes, it was just a mood swing."
"How often does that happen?"
"You don't want to know."
Danny turned to look at the wall with the window. "I think I can have this done in no time. What do you think?... Sam?...Sam!"
He tuned around to see that his wife had already left. "Just four more months to go."