A/N: I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but I picked up a few extra shifts this week so I didn't have time to write anything else. So, here is one of my back up chapters. Quick reminder: Connor was Jade's brother Hunter's husband, he died when Jade was a senior in high school. No one wrote a review on the last chapter and that made me really sad, so please if you like this one, please please leave a review. Hope you like it!

Beck pulled into the pebble driveway outside the house. The path from the driveway to the front door wound through a garden with a lush green lawn, colourful flower beds, and well-manicured hedges. The walls of the house were white, and there were hanging plants at flower boxes below each window. It was beautiful. They had chosen well.

This was their new house in Los Angeles, the house they'd bring the baby back to, the house they'd raise their children in. They were meant to be meeting their interior designer there today, to make sure they were happy with everything. He had been Connor's business partner and Hunter had put them in touch. He was highly sought after and had only come to LA because Jade was a family friend.

It felt weird to knock on what was technically their own front door. Matt greeted them in the two storey entrance hall, grinning widely. He greeted each of them with a hug, stretching a little to reach his arms around Jade's now considerable bump. 'So what do you want to see first?' he asked eagerly, bouncing on his heels.

Beck and Jade looked at each other. 'Tessa's room?' Jade suggested.

'Yes to the room, no to Tessa,' Beck replied.

'Yeah, it's too stuffy,' Jade agreed. 'I think Britain rubbed off on me.' She led the way up the stairs, and then stopped on the landing to let Matt show them the way to the nursery.

Her door was painted white, with green vines with leaves and flowers around the edges. 'I left the space in the middle in case you wanted to write her name on the door or something. You know, once you decide on a name,' Matt explained.

Inside, the room was even better than they'd imagined when they were discussing how they wanted it to look. The walls were painted cream and the floor was polished dark wood covered with a thick cream rug. On the walls there were more hand-painted green vines and lilac and blue flowers – Jade had argued vehemently against pink and yellow. But the masterpiece was the ceiling.

In Britain, Jade had discovered her love of roads that were lined with trees. Not neatly trimmed trees, trees that grew tall and bent over the road, creating a tunnel-like canopy of leaves and branches over the road. When Jade was feeling stressed, she'd go on drives down country roads like that, or better yet, make Beck drive, so that she could focus her attention on the sunlight filtering through the leaves in the summer.

That was what had inspired the ceiling. There was a glass panel a few inches below the ceiling that spanned the whole room. It was painted with leaves in different shades of green, so that when the spotlights were on it mimicked the speckled sunlight on those roads.

The crib and changing table were white stained wood, and there was a rocking chair sitting by the window.

'It's beautiful, Matt. Thank you.'

'I'll leave you two to look around. If you need me I'll be in the backyard, your sun loungers are like laying on clouds.'

The house was old-fashioned, but the furniture was sleek. Most of the rooms were mainly black and white, but they had splashes of colour dotted around. The house was large, they had the money, and they liked space. The kitchen was huge, with an island and a breakfast nook. There was a separate dining room. There was a sitting room and a separate family room, and a full-size bathroom on the first floor. Upstairs there were six bedrooms, each with their own en suite, and two offices. On the top floor was the master suite, where Beck and Jade's bedroom, bathroom and the nursery were located. All the rooms had large windows, letting in a lot of natural light, which offset the dark colours they tended to favour.

It was odd, looking around this house they had never set foot in before. They had seen pictures online, and sent Beck's parents to view it in person just in case there was something wrong that the photographs didn't show. They had kept up steady communication with Matt throughout the design and decorating process. But seeing it in person, it was odd how quickly it felt like home.

Beck could imagine Jade in the rocking chair in the baby's room, nursing their daughter as she drifted in and out of sleep. Jade could see Beck playing with their kids in the backyard. Beck could see them teaching their daughter to swim in the pool, and her sitting on the countertop watching her parents cook. Jade could imagine writing in her office, the heavy door and thick walls shutting out any distractions. She could picture their daughter doing her homework at the kitchen table, and helping Aunt Cat bake cookies. Beck could see a chubby toddler throwing things for Tizzy to fetch in the yard, and squealing with delight when the dog has to dive in the pool to catch it, and then shaking all the water off on her.

They could imagine it all, and they couldn't wait.