“As long as we don’t turn it into her changing room, I’ll be fine with it,” Jack chuckled. “But once she starts crawling, we really will need to keep her out of it. I keep sharp tools in there, and some of the oils and thinners I use are toxic.”
“Of course love. Or you could just keep them out of reach. Who knows, she may take after you and love art.” Finally finding the right box, she handed it down to him before descending the stairs. “Phew…she’s a heavy little thing. I can’t wait to see the results of her room. It’ll so so pretty at night with the lights and everything! A night sky for our angel to sleep in.”
He caught the box as she handed it down. Once she was safely on the floor, though, he set it down, and pulled her into his arms for a tender kiss. “I know. She’ll be perfect, and it’ll be perfect for her.” He nuzzled Katelynn’s forehead, and ran his hand gently over her belly.
“It’ll take a few hours for the canvas to be ready. But we can bring the lights into the studio, at least.”
His kisses always left her light headed but there was something so intimate about how he touched her belly. It made her heart soar when he showed their child affection. “Mmmhmm…we’re making a whole bunch right? To cover the wall?”
Jack, who had only prepared one canvas, was a little taken aback. “W-well, we can. But why don’t we finish this one first, and see how it turns out? Besides,” he smiled, “don’t you want to put up other pictures too?"
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