"No." He says as he shakes his head. Sure, he was tired from a late night at a party, but this was too important.

"I really don't think our kid needs a room so.....green." Rafe says with a laugh. He was taking this choice seriously. He wanted nothing more than to help you choose a color for the nursery, because you, his spouse, were his world. And the baby on the way was going to be his world too. He could see the look of disgust as he suggested a mustard yellow.