She paces a lot when she talks on the phone, especially when it's with stubborn deceiving contractors. The house still smells of fresh paint and she has to manoeuvre around boxes and bags but she still makes her way from the kitchen to the foyer, into the dining, and back out in the foyer and up the stairs.

She goes up and down one of the flights mainly because Kurt's stacked a mountain of pillows on the landing and she cannot make it past them without injuring herself. So she goes up and down as she argues with the man on the phone.

"No, but, no, listen" she says, losing her patience, "you said - promised - that they will be installed by the third, and what's the date today?… It's the fifteenth."

"No, no, I will not accept that! I don't care if your neighbour's dog chewed off three tires off your truck! That was your excuse last week, and you could have easily hired another truck!"

"No, you know what! No, no, listen to me," Jane raises her voice, "Hey! Do I need to remind you that -" she bites her lip at that, Kurt had often made it clear that threatening that she carries a gun for a living is never a good idea.

She takes a deep breathe, "Fine, you know what? We don't want them anymore. Just keep them… No I don't care what you end up doing with them. You can just -"

She takes another deep breath and sighs, "There'll be an Agent Rose in your office first thing Monday to pick up our refund. Enjoy your weekend."

She shoves the phone in her pocket and grit her teeth. without thinking, her hands closes into a tight fist and she punches the wall. Angrily. Her fist goes straight into the dry wall and the heavy thud echoes through the house.

She hears Kurt's footsteps rushing from the bedroom upstairs and his voice worried as he calls for her. "Jane? Are you ok? What happened?" He runs down the first flight of stairs and leaps over the mountain of pillows. She glances over at him for a moment and then back at the hole she'd created in the wall of their new home. She pulls her hand out and inspects her knuckles. No permanent damage she notes to herself. He goes around her, standing on the step below hers and he only briefly looks at the damage in the wall before taking her hands in his and tenderly checking it.

"Are you ok?" he whispers gently.

"I broke our house," she answers innocently, and he cannot help the chuckle that escapes his lips.

He turns to the hole in the wall.

"I don't think that was a load baring wall," he jokes, "what happened?" he asks again, trying to understand what had happened to lead her to punch a new ventilation source in their house.

He looks up at her when she doesn't answer, notices how her bottom lips pouts and her chin begin to quiver. "We haven't been in our first home one full day and I've already broken it," she says looking between him and the wall. And the first tear escapes, rolling down her cheek. He reaches over with his free hand, wiping away at the tear.

"Hey, hey," he whispers gently, "it's ok, it's just a stupid dry wall."

"But I wanted our home to be perfect and now it's ruined," she says.

He drops his hand from her cheek, his other hand releasing hers, and he places both on her hips, his thumbs rubbing gently at where the baby bump is just starting to show. "Nothing is ruined," he reassures her calmly, "it's just a wall, we can get it fixed."

"Good luck with that," she mumbles, "I kind of just fired our contractor as well."

He just smiles at that, pulling her slightly forward until they are flat against each other. With her one step above him, they stand at equal heights, and before she can berate herself again, his lips are on hers, softly.

She leans into him, trusting him to hold them both on that tight step, and deepens the kiss. His arms go around her waist and he lifts her easily, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist as the kiss becomes more heated.

She gasps into his mouth when he starts moving, when he climbs up the steps. And when he chuckles, she repays him by biting on his lip. They don't pull back as he takes them the rest of the way up, reaching the landing. He knows he cannot move any forward, and so he pulls back, with a smirk on his lips, his eyes dark, he brings them down onto the mountain of pillows sitting in the middle of the landing.

She drops her head against his chest, trying to catch her breath, while his fingers rub her sweaty back gently, the rise and fall of his chest below her helping steady her erratic heart beat.

The once tidy stack of pillows now a mess of linen ad clothes, scattered all over the landing and down the next flight of stairs. He kisses the top of her, then her forehead when she looks up at him, a lazy, happy smile on her lips.

"Hi," he says, his smile matching hers, before he kisses her lips chastely.

"Hi," she replies dreamily, leaning into him to kiss him properly.

"Welcome home," he whispers against her lips, which only makes her smile wider, makes her kiss him deeper.

"The bedroom's all done," he says, "why don't you take a break. We've got a long evening with everyone coming over tonight."

She shakes her head, "which is exactly why I need to stay up and help you. There's still so much more to do."

He kisses the tip of her nose, "I already told them to expect some heavy lifting tonight. I'll order pizza and there's enough beer in the fridge for everyone," he says, "they owe us."

She really wants to argue some more, but the yawn betrays her, "are you sure?"

He nods, sitting up and bringing her up with him, "don't worry, I got this."

"I know you do," she says, kissing his jaw before getting up.

She's not sure how long she sleeps for, but the house is still quiet when she gets up. She gets her phone and there are still a few hours before the others show up. She pulls on one of the few pieces of clothing lying around, the shirt he was wearing to work yesterday, and steps out of the bedroom.

The first thing she notices is the mountain of pillows had disappeared. She then sees the room to the nursery slightly ajar, and is terribly tempted to check it out, but she pulls back at the last moment. She had promised him, gave him that, to be his surprise for her and the baby. And even though she's used every trick possible, he has kept his secret close to his heart about what he was doing. She loved the way his eyes sparkled whenever the topic of the nursery came up, and if that was the cost of staying in the dark about it, then it's a price she would definitely pay.

She makes her way down the stairs and pauses at the spot of her crime. Her breath hitches, tears prickling her eyes when she sees what he had done.

A simple frame around the hole she'd made and a post it next to it that says "Day 1 - A certain type of perfection can only be realised through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect."

He's in the kitchen when she finally finds him, putting away plates in one of the top cupboards. With his back to her, she walks over, wrapping her arms around his waist, he forehead resting between his shoulder blades, she whispers, "I love you."