3 month

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TW cussing ( Not in an angstey kind of way. Just warning you, there is cussing)

Castor: FUCK!
Lunar: oh my God baby what happened
Castor: I hit my toe on the fridge
Lunar:oh my God you scared the hell out of me Anyway, we only have 6 more months before the baby is born. We need to figure out a name.
Castor: What about star?
Lunar: to plain
Castor : What about midnight?
Lunar: I love it. so midnight.
Castor: I guess We're naming the baby midnight.

Sorry if this is so short and seems a little rushed.

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