"Emma? Honey, don't you think crystal furniture might be a bit much?"
"But, it's the best out there, Hank, don't you want little Emmy to have the best?" Emma pouted her silver lips and gave Hank a small puppy dog look. He sighed and nodded.
"Okay, right, the best it is. Now, Emma, we don't know for sure that it'll be a girl, it could be a boy. Don't you think we should consider that possibility?"
"I'm certain it'll be a girl," Emma stated flipping through yet another catalogue. "Did you talk to Charles about which room we can use as a nursery?"
"I did that earlier today, and he's allowing us to have one of the guest rooms in the East wing, the one next to the blue room you like so much. I figured we could move into that room, share it, and that way be near to our child if he or she needs us during the night."
"I like that plan." Emma stated smiling a little. What she didn't mention was; I like the idea of sleeping with you more, I like the idea of being close to the child, and I like the idea of you, not me, getting up in the middle of the night to take care of the child. Hank returned Emma's smile knowing there was a small hint of, possibly malice, hidden in her icy blue eyes.
"I love you, Emma, even if you're not interested in marrying me."
"I know you do Hank, and maybe, someday, I might be ready to settle down," she whispered Not! her mind screamed as she kissed Hank on the lips. "What do you say we check out the room we have for a nursery and figure out how we want to redo it?" Hank nodded allowing Emma to lead him upstairs to their new room and the future nursery.