years later
Travis
"Charlie!" I call out before her favorite show comes on. "It's going to start!" I never understood why she insists on sitting through these episodes. She says one of the main lead's voice sounds like mine and she finds it sexy. I couldn't break her heart and tell her he's got nothing on me.
She skids into the room with short shorts and thick wool socks on, making me roll my eyes. It's July and she loves those things, especially these past few months.
"Did I miss anything?" she shrieks, almost plowing into the couch. Stopping just short, she almost tips over and I reach out but don't grab her. "Sorry, I was finishing up in the room and on the phone with Violet. She's excited to visit next weekend." She plops onto the couch right next to me, shifting to get comfortable.
"Yeah?" I chuckle with a shake of my head. "Did you move the music thing to the other side, then back again? Then back again. And back again—" Her hand slaps over my mouth while I ask the valid question because she spent twenty minutes doing that yesterday. "Hey, Blue." I pull her hand down then tug her against me, sliding my hand over her stomach and press my lips to her jaw. "We're having a baby in two days and we still don't have a name. Can you please just agree to Cherry?"
She swats my hand away and shifts, probably still attempting to get comfortable. "I'm not giving our daughter a stripper name. You want all the boys trying to get in her pants when she's nine?"
"Boys!" I blurt and sit up straight. "There will be no fucking boys! Ever. Why would you even say that?" I scoff defensively.
"You were one, you know how they think. Dirty little buggers." She grins.
"I have guns." I smirk.
"We're kind of screwed, Trav." She goes quiet, her hand tracing circles on her stomach. I know she's not just talking about the boys now and I wrap my arms around her. "How do I do this? How am I not going to fail at this?"
"What'd your mommy page…thingy say the other day? Routines, keeping things in the same spots, all things you already do, Blue. And between me, you, Bev, Frankie, and your mom, Cherry's going to be spoiled. You're going to be an amazing mom." I kiss her neck before leaning over her and grabbing our 3D ultra sound picture then take her hand so we can trace it together.
"Can we name her after Bev?" she suggests, her fingers tracing the baby's face. "Or Frankie? Tiny Frank? Frank the tank?" She laughs. "We're definitely not naming her after my mom." Her head shakes and her fingers continue exploring the 3D mold of our baby's face.
"Bee, because she's going to be the death of me." I smile.
She barks out a laugh, her belly bouncing, then sighs. "I mean, it's kind of adorable." She shrugs. "I like Beatrice. And we can call her Bee!" A bright smile fills her face and I cringe, reeling back too much because she feels it and hits my chest. "Travis!" she huffs.
"Beatrice is…cute. It's…fiiiine." It's a freaking name finally and that's enough for me.
She hasn't yet said she's liked one name and we've read a nine hundred page book of baby names. I'll settle if we can get a name. And Bee's a cute name for my little girl.
She squeals and tries shifting to kiss me but needs a little help. I chuckle grabbing her hips and help her straddle me but she pauses and her lips pop open then go into an O shape.
She presses her lips to mine. "Oh God…" she mumbles and my brows furrow.
"Chuck…" I glance down. "Did you just pee on me?"
"What?" she yells, backing off. "No, you dimwit! My water just fucking broke!"
"Fix it!" I scream grabbing her hips and stand her on her feet. "She needs to cook for two more days!" I reach my hands toward her crotch, trying to help catch some of the fluid that's rolling down her legs.
She swats my hands away, rolling with laughter. "You can't stop it now, Travis! It's happening!" She stops and her eyes go wide. "Oh… Oh shit, it's happening," she whispers. "We're doing this! We're having a baby!" A panicked look crosses her face.
I grab her head and kiss her before I start to laugh. "We're having a baby! Grab your shit!" I turn for the door then pause. "No wait! Don't grab your shit. I'll grab it, you don't move!" I run around her and try to wrestle the luggage out from under the bed that's been packed for three weeks.
She walks into the bedroom laughing. "Wait! Chill. We're not going anywhere yet. I want to shower, and change. I'm not even having bad contractions yet. It's fine, we have time."
"Shower!" I shout. "Woman!" I yank down her shorts and grab a pair of my sweatpants to force on her, but don't get far when she feels they're not hers.
"Stop, I'm going to get cleaned up." The pants are shoved back at me. "Tons of people are about to have their hands and face all over and by my hoo-ha. I'm cleaning myself."
"Charlie," I say calmly, about to lose my cool. "Please put on a pair of sweats and let's go. I know this is happening to you, but I'm freaking the fuck out and I just need to be on the way to the hospital before our little Bee squeezes her way out in our bedroom. Pants. Shoes. Car. Now." I walk around her with the bag but pause and grab her face, kissing her. "And I love you, ya know?"
"Yeah?" She grins, walking towards the bathroom. "I think I know."
THE END