You looked down at the little baby girl in your arms, and Chris looked at the both of you.
"I can't believe it." He muttered. "We're parents now."
You smiled at your daughter, then turned your attention to your husband.
"Chris, what should we name her?" You asked calmly.
"How about Amelia. Amy for short."
You nodded and looked at your daughter once more. Amelia Bang. Daughter of Christopher and Y/N Bang. Two of the most loving people anyone could ask for as parents.
- A few years later, Amelia: age 4 -
"Amy! Come on sweetie, breakfast is ready!" You yelled to your daughter, who was supposed to be up a while ago
There was no reply, as your husband walked in you turned to him.
"Channie, can you go get Amelia please?" You asked.
He smiled and pecked your lips.
"Sure, baby." He said as he left the kitchen again.
Soon enough, you heard tiny little foot steps sprinting down the stairs.
"Eomma! What's for breakfast?!" She excitedly asked.
You looked down at her with a smile.
"We're having pancakes and bacon sweetheart." You replied.
She jumped up and down with joy and ran to the breakfast nook.
"Mommy guess what!"
"What sweetie?"
"Daddy taught me some Aussie slang!"
"Really? What did he teach you?"
"He said we would have shrimp on a barbie in the arvo! And that we were having Pikelets for brekkie! And and! That mommy sure is a beaut!"
"Oh wow!"
You laughed as Chris walked back into the kitchen.
"Well you are a beaut." He said as he pulled you in for a kiss.
He pressed his lips against yours.
"Ew! Mommy, Daddy! Stop kissing it's gross!" Amelia yelled, covering her eyes.
The two of you pulled away, laughing at your child.
"She really is our child huh?" You laughed.
"Sure is. She's gonna be a beaut just like her mum." Chris said as he sat down at the table with your daughter.
"Speaking of which. Amy?"
"Yes mommy?"
Chris takes a sip of his water, intrigued by your conversation.
"Do you want a sibling?"
Chris snorted and started chocking on his water.
"Daddy are you okay?!" Amy yelled.
You laughed and made sure Chris was okay. After he could control his coughing, Chris looked at you shocked.
"What?" You asked.
"Mommy, what's a sibling?" Your daughter interrupted.
"Oh, it's a brother or sister. It's easier to say sibling instead of brother or sister."
