Heaven had a few expectations from what she would see in Sebastian's room. Her son was only four, and since Dominic could afford any type of interior to suit a four-year-old boy, she expected to see things that would suit their son.
A small version of his father's room never crossed her.
Heaven looked around and her lips parted, speechless.
"Wow…" she breathed out, letting out a short and dry laugh. "Just what is going on inside my husband's mind? Basti's bed should be a car bed and then the walls should be blue…"
Heaven went on and on with the theme she had in her mind. She held her head, having a slight headache in this boring room.
"Gosh. I'm not the one to talk, but this is really baffling." Heaven shook her head. "I'm not here for that. I can deal with this later."
