Johnathon POV
Charlotte and her mother are busy discussing how to set up the nursery when I come down in the late morning in the hopes of trying to avoid her. "I think yellow is a nice neutral color don't you mother?" Charlotte asked as I sat down and motioned for one of the maids to bring me a fresh cup of coffee.
"Why don't you wait until you know what gender it is then you can pick a color that suits" Karen suggested calmly, raising her mug and taking a sip.
Charlotte looked put out by that. She glanced at her phone and I saw her flick through a few messages, gritting her teeth. Now she looked on the verge of an explosion. What on earth was wrong with her this time? Why was everything causing her to get so angry lately?
"Charlotte what's wrong?" asked Karen as she slammed the phon
