"Tate, we haven't created a nursery yet," I say, furrowing my brows. How could we put Julia to bed when we have yet to finish the preparation for our pup? Tate just looks at me with eyes that suggest he is hiding something from me as he winks playfully, not bothering to answer my question. We continue towards the second floor and past my office coming to a stop in front of a closed door situated directly across from our own room. I knew this room well, considering this is where we had placed all the furniture and nursery items inside, intending to use this room for our pups – for Julia now that we only have her left.
"Care to open the door for us?" Tate asks cheerily, a grin spreading across his face. I roll my eyes and step forwards to turn the handle and push the wooden door. My eye
