"When someone intends to work on something, at least the least the subject matter could do is be around," Bernard muttered to the empty room as he put the finishing touches on his handwork.

He moved back to look at the evenness of the coating in the nursery. He had handpicked everything they were to use for the nursery by himself, from the furniture to the curtain and everything in between. Marissa had gotten an inbuilt crib to be added to the room; everything else had been part of the contract after she had stated her preferences and picked the finished model that she wanted. Bernard had taken it upon...