HEATHER | r.bowen✔️

HEATHER | chapter 37

"Ricky!" Taylor yells from her place on their bed. "Hurry up!"

Currently Ricky is in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, but that's not why she is getting inpatient.

They're gonna reveal the names they chose today.

Ricky finally walks out of the bathroom. "I'm here, i'm here."

"Who's gonna start?" The blonde excitedly claps her hands together.

The man sits down next to the woman, quickly moving under the warmth of thw blankets aswell. "With how excited you are I'm guessing you want to go first."

Taylor smiles, she does want to go first. "Is that okay?"

Ricky nods, quickly pressing a kiss on her lips. "Ofcourse, sweetheart. Go ahead."

"Okay, so I made a list, and have been changing the name i want a lot of times, I actually wasn't sure ten minutes ago so I decided to go with the name i first wrote down, you know, gut feeling and all."

"And what may that be?" Ricky asks, not wanting to wait any longer on finding out the name of his daughter.

"Malia." Taylor reveals.

"Malia." Ricky repeats. "Malia Bowen. I like it." He grins. "It has a nice ring to it."

Taylor lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank god. I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

Ricky playfully rolls his eyes, reaching over to grab her hand. "How many times do I have to tell you I couldn't hate anything you want?"

"Many times apparently." She sighs, interwining their fingers. "But please, what did you choose? And please do not let it be some old man name."

He groans. "It's not my fault my parents named me Richard!"

Taylor giggles, leaning forward to gently kiss him for a few seconds. "Just tell me the name, baby."

"Nathan." Ricky tells her. "Not my first choice, but I liked it a lot."

"Nathan Bowen." She repeats. "I like it too. I approve."

Ricky grins, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him as he falls onto his back. "Malia and Nathan Bowen."

Taylor hums. She moves a bit to make herself comfortable on her boyfriend his chest. "Our kids."

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Taylor has tears streaming down her face as she sits on the couch in their livingroom.

"I'm concerned with the fact you have been crying for like half an hour now." Ricky states as he walks in the livingroom, hair damp from the shower he just took.

Taylor snifs, answering without looking up. "I'm pregnant, I'm allowed to cry a lot."

Ricky chuckles, sitting next to her on the couch as he pulls her into his side. "Fair point."

He places his fingers on her cheek to lift her face as he leans down to kiss her, his hand resting on her bump, where his hand seems to be laying all the time ever since she started showing.

Taylor smiles as she pulls away, the girl finally stopped crying.

"Hi, future-wife." Ricky whispers, looking at hef with a look of adoration in his eyes.

A big smile forms on her face. "Hey, fiance."

Two hours ago Richard Bowen had proposed. He had took her to a place she knew all that well, the treehouse in Ricky's backyard they grew up.

She first was confused on why he brought her there, but then he kneeled down on one knee in the grass infront of the ladder.

He proceeded to give a long speeche before finally asking the question.

Taylor looks down at the ring on her hand, who knew such a small thing could have so much meaning now?

"I like the sound of that." Ricky answers, taking her hand in his where an matching ring is on that exact hand.

"So do I."

"I can't believe you actually tried climbing into the tree house." Ricky states what happened earlief that moment.

"I can't believe you wouldn't let me." Taylor pouts.

Ricky rolls his eyes. "You are pregnant!" He exclaims. "I wasn't gonna let you climb an 20 year old ladder while carrying our children!"

"When those two are out of my stomach I want to go and get in the treehouse." Taylor decides.

"I guess we could find some time."

And he knows they will, they're getting married, are expecting twins.

They have all the time in the world to climb into that stupid treehouse.