Victor honestly wondered how they got themselves into these situations sometimes. Really. How he'd gone from being potentially forever-alone to married and (even more unexpectedly) expecting a baby in less than a year he had no idea, and owning a house when they could have lived in one mortgage-free to boot! Especially a fixer-upper like this one, their little cabin in the woods. Although for a cabin it was a nice size, probably four bedrooms once all the work was done, and if they finished the basement they'd have even more room to expand. And with eight dogs between them and a snake, and soon a bouncing bundle of joy, the two adults in the Vanboss house needed plenty of room to expand. It had started out almost as a joke, after practically ruining the carpet in the house the Vow had provided to them for free and finding out Monty was pregnant (not at the same time) that they might as well just get a new house. Then what do you know, this place had fallen into their laps and they would have been idiots not to buy it. Or maybe that was the other way around, since they were now trying to renovate it enough to bring a baby home to by the time Monty was due! And that was much harder to do while he was trying to keep his pregnant wife away from anything that had to do with heavy lifting or possibly dangerous fumes!
Currently he was on his knees tearing up carpet in what would eventually be their living room, trying not to slice his hands on sharp staples or the razor blade he was using to cut it into sections small enough for her to get rid of. At least until she could find another project that was safe for her to do. Whoever had lived here previously had a thing for pea-green 70s shag, and while Vic appreciated a good throwback it was stained and smelled and would be hard to clean blood out of - as they'd found out. He was basically relying on Monty's feminine touch to decorate the place once it was revamped, but he'd happily paint and stain to her specifications. Although personally... "I'm thinking cherry stain," he said, through the paper mask over his mouth and nose. "Or something dark. You know, in case I have another shovel incident or the dogs drag mud in. You?" The question ended in a slight grunt as a particularly stubborn piece of carpet came up, revealing another section of hardwood. It would definitely need to be sanded and refinished, or they could put some Pergo on it and call it good. "Or are you one of those hippy-dippy, bamboo flooring types?" He gave his wife a wink, rolling up the section before setting it aside. That was what his parents would probably do, if they weren't already out somewhere advocating for all-natural eco-friendly dirt floors to make a comeback.
"Also, did you decide what color to do the baby's room? Personally I vote for 2 walls pink and 2 walls blue, that way we can't go wrong." Totally teasing! Maybe. He was however, still more than a little concerned about the whole baby mutant possibility. Not in an "extra toes and a lizard tail" way, but the "unable to feel pain" way. So far no one had been able to answer that particular question for them, since it required extensive (and expensive) genetic testing. All his fingers and toes were crossed that the baby wouldn't turn out like him, but at least they were uniquely equipped to deal with it if it happened.
Monty was feeling more than a little useless at the moment as she leaned against the slightly warped door jam of their brand new home. Okay, the only kind of brand new it was was in the sense of being brand new to them. It was old but that just meant character and many a years' worth of damage to be reversed. They didn't call it a fixer upper for nothing, she supposed. But with Vic fretting over her being pregnant, there really wasn't much in the way of helping him work on their home besides offering opinions when requested. She held the paper mask against her mouth, fanning some of the stirred up dust away from her face as she watched, chuckling underneath it at Vic's hippy joke. "My parents did that, actually. I'm not going to be picky as long as I don't get a splinter, that happened once as a kid and it sucked a lot." Nothing was more fun than running around barefoot and earning a huge splinter in the arch of her foot!
She thoughtfully reached for a broom to work on gathering up debris from the carpet removal, plenty of fibers and years worth of dirt was left behind and gods knew what else. "Dark is good, though. It'd feel all warm and cozy. Why the hell would anyone cover up the original floors like this?" Monty scoffed, appreciating the potential even in their rough state. "Hopefully the dogs don't scuff them all up." Every decision had to not only reflect what they wanted but also what was safest in terms of longevity when it came to their pack of pooches. "But let's try not to have another shovel accident. One accident per tool type is all you get, sorry."
Monty smirked, reaching over with the broom to pat Vic's tush with the bristly end before sweeping there a little since he was more than a little covered in dust and dirt. "I wonder if the people who get our house in town next are going to wonder what all those reddish stains are." She frowned under her mask, "They're all going to think I murdered you in there."
In all seriousness, reddish eyebrows furrowed, obviously contemplating the baby room question, "Maybe I've been looking at this carpet too long but I kind of like the idea of green? Or, hm, maybe dark wood and green, something that still goes with the rest of the house but says 'baby'. That...that's not too much to ask, right?"