That evening, Spencer stumbled home from the hospital, exhausted but encouraged. The doctor's had gotten each of his children stable, and for now all looked well. Leah was still at the hospital with them though. As he drug himself down the hall toward his bedroom, he stopped outside the door of the nursery. It smelled like paint.
He pushed open the door and looked around, slightly in awe of what he saw. Each and every crib was up and painted a different color. They were lined up against one wall in the same color sequence as a rainbow. He turned slowly around, noticing the rainbow painted on the opposite wall for the first time.
It was missing something though, and he knew exactly what it was. He dashed out, retrieved a calligraphy brush and can of black paint, and went back to stand in front of the rainbow. Then he wrote, one in each stripe, the names of his children.
Leah would love this.
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