he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face and peered around the small room, assessing the work that he had just completed and taking note of all that still needed to be done. the two cribs were assembled and he had moved them to where penelope wanted them. the changing table was also assembled, but shoved into a temporary spot so that it was out of the way while lane awaited instructions on where to put it. penelope was still fretting over whether or not they’ll need two, but glancing around the room that’s already looking sort of crowded to him, lane is more concerned about whether or not two would even fit inside of the nursery - to - be.
there’s still a rocking chair and a tiny dresser placed awkwardly in the hallway outside the room until their permanent home is decided upon. tucking the screwdriver that he was holding behind his ear, lane turned his head at the sound of footsteps and met penelope’s gaze when she appeared in the doorway. “cribs are done,” he informed her, nodding at each one, “so’s the changing table, but i didn’t know where to put it. i’m probably gonna bring the rocking chair in next. what’s up ? you could’ve just yelled if you needed something.” lane’s brow furrowed in concern as he rushed over and placed a hand on her back, concerned about her balance. / @penabrams
