Love Always Wins

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Saturday April 4th.

"Ah, guten Morgen mein schönes Mädchen." (good morning my beautiful girl) Seb exclaimed happily and planted a big kiss on his bemused wife's lips. "Did you enjoy your lay in?"

She was immediately suspicious of his enthusiastic greeting and the way he was excitedly watching two men unloading a large package from the back of a lorry, she didn't reply (mainly because she felt as though she was still half asleep) and instead meandered to the open front door.

Seb stayed where he was, at the window, waiting to hear her say something, waiting for her reaction. He wasn't entirely sure that she'd be happy with what he'd done, mainly because everything that was being unloaded from the lorry was going to have to be taken upstairs and that would mean the two men entering the house which, given the current health crisis Switzerland and the rest of the world was facing, was a bit of a risk.

"Holy crap! What the hell is......? Seb!!" There was the reaction he'd been waiting for. Seconds later she reappeared in the lounge looking less than impressed and she stood a couple of metres away from him with her hands on her hips and a questioning look on her face. "How come there's a shit load of boxes outside our front door? And how the hell is all that stuff going to be brought into the house? What the hell have you been up to?"

"The delivery guys are going to take it upstairs for us." He admitted.

Was he for real? Suddenly she felt wide awake. "Seb they can't! I don't mean to sound rude but they could have the virus! We can't have total strangers tramping through the house! Has all this time at home made you go completely insane?!"

"Just hear me out." He turned to face her and noticed how she was wearing his dark grey bath robe over the top of her pyjamas. "You're wearing my bathrobe." He pointed at her.

"I know, it smells of you." She replied, momentarily distracted, with a sudden dreamy smile, she quickly snapped out of it. "Anyway, don't try to distract me from whatever the hell is going on out there." She pointed towards the hallway. "So, go on, explain yourself."

"Well....." He walked over to her, looking a little wary. "......you know that nursery furniture you saw online and really liked?"

Chloe's head snapped from her husband to look towards the hallway, she gasped and then looked back at him, wide eyed and slack jawed. "You didn't!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

"I did." He replied, almost stepping back as he prepared himself for her to go mental at him.

"No way!! You never did!!" She slapped both hands over her mouth in shock.

"I did." He gave her a tiny shrug of his shoulders. "I know how taken you were with it, I ordered the whole range and the other things you'd saved in your wish list." He grimaced, he really wasn't sure which way this was going to go; if she'd go absolutely nuts in a bad way or a good way.

"The whole range?" She gasped and let one hand fall away from her mouth.

"Yeah." He answered slowly; he really couldn't read her expression, what if she felt it was too early to be buying things like that? "Oh.....erm, I'll be right back." Hearing one of the delivery men calling for him he brushed past her on his way out, he'd almost forgotten that he had to show them which room to take the boxes upstairs to. Stepping out onto the gravel, he was buzzing with renewed excitement as he saw the boxes, he couldn't wait to get the nursery set up and to see his newborn son in there. Out of all the trouble in the world right now, their baby was a big ray of light, a promise that things would get better. Seeing the delivery men wearing gloves and masks seemed almost normal now and as they picked up the well packaged, white painted oak cot between them, Seb led them back inside and up the stairs. For now, all the nursery furniture and other things he'd ordered we're going to be stored in one of the guest bedrooms until they'd decided on which one was going to be the new nursery.