Gage

When Cobie and I found out we were having a girl she immediately started planning her nursery. She wanted her room to look like an open field full of wild flowers. The furniture she picked out looked like old barn wood. She wanted to go as far as painting clouds on the ceiling.

“Good afternoon, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?” A tall blonde asked from behind her desk.

“Actually, yes. I have an appointment to talk to somebody about designing a nursery for my daughter.”

The blonde smiled and said, “Of course. Take a seat and I will let our design team know you’re here.”

“Okay, thank you.”

A few minutes later a lady in her early forties came walking down the hall. “Mr. Tucker?”

Standing, I accepted her hand. “Yes. Please call me Gage.”

“Of course, my name is Wanda. Let’s go to my office and we can talk.”

I followed her down the sleek hallway that was lined with picture after picture of different rooms from different homes.

“Have a seat, Gage. I took a quick glance at your request. But, I would like to get more detail and go over a budget.”

Wanda took a seat in her large leather chair and pulled a folder in front of her. “To get a starting point so we know what we can and cannot do let’s go over budget.”

“There isn’t one.” I didn’t bat an eye at my comment, but clearly Wanda was having a hard time breathing.

“Oh. Well that makes my job a whole lot easier.”

I wasn’t an idiot I knew she got paid commission and I was ready to give her a hefty pay check.

“Since we clearly don’t have to worry about cost would you please give me a little more detail as to what you were wanting?” Wanda grabbed her pen, ready to take notes.

“I’m sure you saw this is a nursery for my daughter. Her mom wanted her room to look like an open field. She wanted the tall grass and golden weeds painted on the wall along with wildflowers. Realistic. Nothing whimsical.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened up the pictures. I had stopped on my way here and taken a picture of the open field behind Cobie’s mom’s house. Holding my phone out I showed Wanda who smiled. “She wants something just like this. She already has the furniture picked out. It looks like old barn wood. I could email you think link. Also, there needs to be clouds on the ceiling.”

As she wrote she paused to look up. “What about flooring?”

“It’s stays how it is. It’s a dark hardwood and my girl loves it.”

Did I just refer to Cobie as my girl?

“Can you email me that picture you have and the link for the furniture. I will draw something up today. I can email it to you either tonight or tomorrow. My team should be able to start this coming week and it should take only take three or four days to get this done since it will be mainly painting with décor. If that fits your schedule.”

I emailed her the picture before standing and holding my hand out to her. “Sound great. Thank you so much.”

I got the email that night with the picture she had drawn up. Cobie was going to love it. Now I had to figure out how to keep this from her.