Chapter 18: Nursery Rhymes

*ERROR'S P.O.V*

It was a week after Ink and I had our wedding and he was so swollen with PJ I was afraid he'd pop. He was lying down in the bed, taking his well deserved rest.

"Error, can you help me up? I want to work on PJ's room some more." He said softly. I narrowed my eyes and kissed his forehead.

"Ink you've been working on it all week, you need your rest." I said softly. He whimpered softly.

"But I need to finish it before PJ's here!" He objected. I sighed and chuckled softly, cupping his cheek.

"No we don't… Tori said that PJ had to stay with us in our room for a few months so it's easier for us to check up on him in the night." I said softly, sitting down beside him. He groaned and buried his face in my neck.

"I guess you're right…" He muttered. I gently patted his back and he sighed.

"But it'd still be nice to work on…" He mumbled. I kissed his forehead and gently held onto his hand.

"Tell you what, we can go upstairs and work on it for a few more hours and when we're done, you need to come straight back down here and let me pamper you. Understood?" I said, smirking. He nodded and pushed himself on the couch.

"Okay, okay!" He said, excited to get back to work. I rolled my eyes and led him up the stairs and into PJ's soon to be room. He smiled brightly and I couldn't help but smile too. Ink was working on painting it a soft yellow that blended to an orange at the top. He immediately began working on it again and I watched him with a soft expression, helping him with the base coat while he ombred they walls. It was hours before we were done and Ink somehow manages to lug shade of violet, blue and green as well as a brighter yellow up the stairs.

"Uh, Ink what are you doing? Aren't we done?" I asked, furrowing my brows. He shook his head.

"I wanted to paint flowers too." He said softly. I shook my head and he whined.

"Error…" He squeaked. I picked him up and lied him down on our bed. I tucked him into the blankets and he squirmed.

"Error let me go! I want to go paint!" He whined. I pinned him down and pressed a kiss against his lips, silencing him for a few moments before I pulled back.

"Ink, you need your rest. I'll finish the nursery, okay?" I said. He looked at me for a moment with a small pout before sighing and curling up on his side.

"Okay…" He said softly, closing his eyes. I smiled proudly and kissed his forehead a final time and walked out of the room to let him sleep.

When I got back into the nursery I grabbed a paintbrush and was about to start before I stopped.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.

I thought for a moment.

"Flowers. He wanted flowers…" I muttered, grabbing green and painting stems all along the bottom of the walls before I went back in and began painting the actual flowers with shades of red, blue, purple and almost any other color under the sun. It was a few hours later and I was almost done so looked back at my work to see how I did.

"Oh my god…" I whispered.

I left large handprints of green paint all around the bottom of the nursery walls from when I tried to steady myself and the flowers looked like a 3 year old slammed paint against a canvas. I looked down at the last flower by the door and sat back in panic.

It was clear I wasn't an artist.

What was Ink gonna think?

I pressed a hand against my forehead and groaned.

"God, I'm so done…" I mumbled.

"You are?" A bright voice said from the doorway. I whirled around and shut the door, blocking the room from view. I heard him squeal and I could help but gasp myself.

I left a huge green handprint in the middle of the white door. I felt my cheeks burn.

"N-No, not yet!" I called. He tried to open the door and I held it shut.

"Error, can I come see it? I had a few other things I wanted to add so if you could open the-"

"Ink you can't see!" I blurted out, biting my lower lip.

*INK'S P.O.V*

I frowned slightly and tried to push open the door against but Error kept it held shut. I groaned and knocked on the door again.

"Error, please…?" I pleaded.

"Ink, you won't like it." He said in a sad tone. I shook my head and patted the door.

"Of course I will…" I said softly. He was silent for a moment before he cracked the door open a bit. I giggled at the sight of him. He had green paint smeared on his forehead.

"Promise you won't laugh…?" He asked quietly. I shook my head and kissed his nose.

"Of course not, silly…" I assured. He slowly opened the door and I stepped inside, gasping at what I saw.

"Error…." I said, tears brimming. I put my hands over my mouth and smiled brightly.

"It's so perfect." I cried. He had painted soft, childlike flowers around the base of the room and used his handprints to put leaves all along the bottom of the stems. I turned and saw that he had left a handprint on the door and I giggled. He looked at me with a shocked expression and I set my hand in the blue paint before placing my handprint over his on the door. He smiled at me.

"Daw…." He cooed. I giggled and cupped his cheek with my hand, smearing the blue into the green.

"Error, this is perfect…. Thank you." I said quietly. He blushed softly before pressing a kiss against my forehead, making me smile.

"I thought you'd hate it…. I'm not an artist like you." He admitted. I leaned in and kissed him gently before taking his hand and intertwining our fingers.

"Error, it's perfect." I said, again. He smiled and pulled me out of the nursery.

"Well thank you…" He said softly. I kissed his nose before yelping. Error's eyes were wide in shock.

"I-Ink?" He stuttered out. I looked down at my stomach before looking up at him.

"PJ..."

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