 Blonde&Proud Sirius Sense of humor
Ferris opened the door to the nursery for both Vianna and the little baby in her arms, smiling on instinct at the sight of the pastel green room, brightened up despite the fact that the weather was rather gloomy outside; this room just seemed to glow. And it was beautiful with the crib up against the far wall next to the window, the mobile that his grandmother made spinning around and twinkling softly as the glass touched every once in a while. Next to the crib was a rocking chair, also dressed in a pastel green cushion, looking rather comfortable for whoever wanted to rock Gabe to sleep should he need it. And then, along another wall there was the changing table, equipped with diapers, bottles, and pacifiers, along with most of Gabe's clothes and onesies, most of which were gifts from the baby shower. There was a nice, dark green rug in the center of the hardwood floor, matching most of everything else in the room, from the walls to the pictures, to the crib. "What do you think Gabe?" Ferris said softly with a warm smile, as though the baby would suddenly open his eyes and respond in eloquent sentences.
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