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Context: this will be a short chapter. It takes place a few days later and just shows a cute moment! _____________________________

~Few Days Later~

I was sitting on the couch reading a book about what to expect when expecting your first child, when Aryia came in through the front door.

"Aryia, you nearly made me lose my page!" I whined as he sat down the bags he had and closed the door behind him.

"I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean it." He says coming over and kissing my forehead.

"Mmm, thanks Ary. What's in the bags?" I asked looking at the colorful bags on the floor.

"Just bought some things for you, I know you've been wanting them." He smiled handing me a few yellow bags.

I opened it up and it was the snacks I had been wanting for a while. "Marzipan, bread and butter sandwich style pickles, blue takis, Powerade, cream cheese and ritz crackers? Thank you!" I exclaimed getting up to hug him.

He smiles and accepts, placing a kiss to my cheek. "You're very welcome, my sweet."

"What's in that big bag?" I asked pointing to the large white bag with blue stripes.

"Clothes." Aryia said.

"For who?" I asked.

"Khyler, duh. Who else?"

"Who's Khyler?"

"Our son, duh. Are you losing your memory? I didn't know that was a symptom."

"No..I don't remember agreeing to Khyler. I mean don't get me wrong...it's a nice name but shouldn't we talk about this?" I asked him sitting back down.

"Yes, but my vote is for Khyler. I know Lincoln was another name but if I'm going to teach our son how to be a rocker like me, then he should have a rocker name." Aryia suggests opening the bag and showing me the outfits, you guessed correctly if you assumed they were for a rocker.

"Aryia, those are cute. But we really need to talk about it as the parents. Besides, couldn't our son choose a rocker name? He doesn't have to be born with it like most people."

"What are you talking about?"

"Ary, how about a vote?"

"Like put a poll up on Instagram and all?" Aryia asked folding the clothes back and putting in the bag once again.

"No. We'll make a box and invite all our friends back here. Then they will write which their vote is for. We'll even count the votes live here so we know there's no cheating."

"Okay, may the best one win." He says shaking my hand like some bet.

"Oh he will."

"And his name is Lincoln."
"And his name is Khyler." The two of us spoke at the same time.