Chapter Twenty

“Here, Harper, use this brush to cut in the paint next to the ceiling,” Mom told me, holding out a brush. “It’s angled so that you can get it perfect.”

“Nobody is going to ever look up here,” I said, as I took the brush from her.

“Your nephew will be looking up there every day from the crib,” Mom said. “So we have to make it look as good as possible.”

“Because everybody knows that all newborn babies critique the paint jobs of their nurseries,” I joked.

“Harper, please,” Rosie piped in, as she stepped into the room with us. “Just do what Mom says. She wants the room to be perfect, just like her new grandbaby will be.”

“I was just joking around,” I murmured, before dipping the little brush into the green paint.

“Why did you go with the color green, anyway, Rosie?” I asked.

“Because green is considered a calming color,” Rosie explained. “I thought it would be good since he's going to have to put up with the two of you.”

“That’s actually pretty smart,” I said, carefully pressing the paint