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"Brock, it's getting to the point where we're gonna need to start thinking about baby names," You said one day after he came back from practice. You just hit 32 weeks and you found out you would be having a daughter at 20 weeks. Now, it was setting in that you only had 8 weeks left of pregnancy, and you knew it would fly by. The last thing you wanted was to go into early labor and not have a name prepared for her. "I made a list."
"Is this a serious list or a suggestion list?" Brock teased, knowing that you liked to joke about names in your earlier stages of pregnancy.
"Are you saying none of my names are serious?" You started tearing up, thinking that he did not like any of the names you suggested, serious or not. "Ashley Purdy is cute."
"I'm not talking about Ashley," Brock laughed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his side. "I'm more so talking about Felony."
"Felony Purdy would be cute if a felony wasn't a crime!" You defended as you shot up. You looked down at your bump with a frown as you rubbed around it before glaring at Brock. "If you suggested anything good, maybe I wouldn't get my hopes up for certain names."
"You said Rosacea, and I countered with Rose and Rowan. What do you mean?" He laughed in disbelief, trying not to sound defensive or condescending. He knows your mental state has been fragile lately, and the last thing he wants is to hurt your feelings.
"Rose is such a common name, and I don't like Rose Purdy," You grumbled as you crossed your arms and leaned back into his side. "What about Calorie? It's like Valerie but different."
"Calorie? Please tell me you're joking," He chuckled in disbelief but immediately stopped when he noticed you were not laughing. In fact, you had tears in your eyes that were about to fall. "Wait, babe, please hear me out. Calorie, you do know what it means right?"
"It's cute, Brock. You don't have to talk to me like a toddler. I know what calorie means," You sighed unhappily, but after a minute of him staring at you, you realized why he was straying you away from that name. "I stand corrected. What about Brie? That's cute! Little Brie Purdy!"
"Brie as in Brie cheese?"
"And now you've ruined it," You moaned, throwing your head back. "What about Merlot? I think that's adorable."
"You're just manifesting our daughter to be a whiner," Brock joked, but it fell flat to you. "Why don't we stick with more traditional names? Like Elizabeth, Miranda, or Diana?"
"They're too common!" You cried out as you turned to face Brock, holding his face in your hands. "We are never going to find the perfect name for her. I already feel like I'm failing as a parent, and I haven't even started."
"Maybe we could wait to see her, and it will just come to us?" Brock offered. "I would hate for us to find a name we like and take one look at her and think it doesn't fit her, y'know?"
"Oh my gosh! You're so smart, Brock! Why didn't I think of that?" You gasped with a smile.
"You just have a little bit of pregnancy brain," Brock comforted as be placed a kiss on your nose, "Don't stress it too much. We'll find the perfect name for her when she gets here. Until then, I don't wanna hear you stressing over her name anymore, got it?"
"No promises, but I won't settle on one," You laughed as you finally leaned in to connect your lips to his.
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When the time came, to say you felt unprepared would be the understatement of the century. You started early labor while Brock was at an away game, but his mom was a huge help. Through everything, she stayed by your side along with your support system, and together, they all helped you through the hours of pain you endured. Thankfully, he was able to make it by the time your daughter was born.
After a few hours of recovering, you decided that you were rested enough to hold your daughter, so that's what you were doing. Listening to the Niners game that Brock had to leave early while she slept, you could not take your eyes off of her. She was the perfect combination of you and Brock. She had your hair color and his facial structure. Her eyes that were currently closed were bright blue, which the nurses told you would most likely get darker over time, but they were beautiful nonetheless. You could stare at her for hours, and you probably were because, at one point, Brock sat behind you to help you hold her up, noticing your arms start dropping.
In the comfortable silence, names flew around in your head, trying to see if any of them would stick with her. Brock was still sitting with you, looking down at her also thinking about names. Then, it was like a lightbulb went off, and the name you thought of was perfect. You were thinking that nothing else fit right, and this was meant to be her name. Brock caught onto the shift in your body posture as you pulled her closer to your body.
"Did you think of the name?" He whispered as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, tightening his hold around you and your daughter.
"Yeah, I did," You said back just as quietly before turning away from her for the first time in forever to look at Brock. You muttered, "I think she looked like a Felony Purdy."
"I swear if you're serious," He trailed off with a light laugh. "Please tell me you're not serious."
"No, I'm not. I'm just screwing with you," You teased as you leaned back you bonk your head against his shoulder. "Can't I make a joke?"
"I thought we were having a moment," He laughed as he kissed your forehead.
"We are," You pointed out before looking back down to your daughter. You smiled as you thought of the name again before looking back over to Brock seriously. "What about Emerson?"
"Emerson Y/n Purdy," He said as if to test the name out before smiling wide. "I think it's perfect. Just like you. Thank you for being the best partner and parent to our little Emerson."
"Thank you for being the best partner and best supporter I could have during this journey," You said sincerely. "And don't worry, she will always be my little felony."
"You know, some parents have cutsy names for their kids like munchkin, sugar bear, or ducky, but you want to nickname our daughter felony?" Brock replied in disbelief.
"She needs to know what her almost-name was!"
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