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Apparently Graeme Dorny was a bit of an idiot, thinking that things would be a bit less stressful now that He-who-shall-not-be-named was dead and gone. He had lived through so much, he and Giada both, and were much wiser now than they were back in Hogwarts…but no matter how wise he got, he still found himself completely baffled by the inner workings of the female mind.

Rachel Corner was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it. Being Giada’s best friend meant that he had to deal with her more than he would ever choose to, if he had a choice in the matter, but the woman was definitely worthy of giving almost anyone an ulcer. How Gabriel had survived this long without falling ill to something, whether it be the aforementioned ulcer or even a freakin’ stroke, Graeme wasn’t sure.

All he knew was that he didn’t like seeing Giada so upset. Rachel definitely wasn’t on his list of favorite people at the moment.

After rummaging through the kitchen, Graeme had stuffed his hand into a box of fruit loops that were sitting on the counter, and with a palm full of the fruity cereal he entered into their bedroom, popping a yellow and a purple one into his mouth, munching on them rather contently as he approached his wife’s side. His gaze followed her over to the crib, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“A baby?”

He was being a smart ass, and gave her a crooked smile before looking above the crib.

“Oh, the wall. Right.”

He gave a thoughtful hum, popped another yellow puff into his mouth (he was saving the red and the blue for last), and then offered them to Giada as he studied the blank spot.

“This is why I didn’t get into interior design. I’m made of complete fail when it comes to decorating.”