Chapter Eighteen
"Dana, come and see the nursery," Summer said to Dana after dinner as the boys went outside to discuss the siding.
Dana followed Summer up the stairs and into the nursery. Gone was the dusty floor and barrels of paint. Replaced was a dream nursery.
Her feet sunk into soft sage green carpeting. The walls were painted like a jungle with all sorts of cartoon character jungle/safari animals peeking out from behind trees or hanging out of them.
There was a beautiful white crib on one side of the wall, covered in a darker green bedding. A white rocker was near it with cushions of the same color.
Against another wall was a white changing table, a dresser, and a bookcase across the wall, under the windows, was full of books.
To complete the jungle/safari theme was a stuffed monkey hanging from a swing in the middle of the ceiling and other stuffed animals of the jungle were strategically placed around the room.
"It's so beautiful!" Dana exclaimed with tears running down her cheeks.
"Don't get me going. I was crying all day." Summer sniffed and wiped her eyes.
"I can't believe how quickly they did this," Dana gushed, admiring Jesse's woodworking.
"They've both been working so hard on it. Colt's been here the past few nights. And last night, he was painting all night long." Summer gestured to the lion painted on the closet door. "They put the carpet, furniture, and everything else in this morning."
"Colt painted these?" Dana said in surprise, studying a giraffe that was painted on one wall with its head stretched up to the window where leaves were painted to nibble at the leaves. The rest of the tree bordered the length of the window and went down behind the bookcases.
There was an exact copy of the tree on the opposite side of the window except the branches and leaves were slightly different like a real tree would be.
"Yeah. Didn't you know he was an artist?" Summer asked.
"Well, I sort of did. I thought he only drew houses. For his job," Dana said quietly and walked around the room studying the drawings.
Over the crib in an arch pattern was a daddy elephant with a mommy elephant's trunk holding his tail, and a baby elephant holding his mother's tail.
A hippo with an oxpecker bird perched on its head was above the dresser.
There were trees and vines all over giving the room a feeling of being in the middle of a jungle.
"Why are men so secretive?" Summer asked with a chuckle as she remembered her finding out about Jesse's furniture crafting.
"Because they have to be macho and not talk about their feelings," Dana answered sarcastically.
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