The Fallen Short Stories

Midnight Conversations (Avalon's POV)

I can't sleep. For the first time in months, five to be exact, I'm not in the least bit tired. I listen to the girls sleeping across the house, before switching the monitor back off. In his sleep Ezra reaches out for me. I move in as close as I can get with my stomach in the way. "I'm here Love." I whisperer the words but Ezra still stirs and eventually opens his eyes. I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him on the mouth. He smiles against me and shifts so that he is leaning on the headboard. "Good morning," he says sleepily. "It's not morning yet, it's still the middle of the night." "Can't sleep?" I shake my head. He scrubs his face to wake himself up before rolling closer and placing a hand on my swollen belly. "Boys keeping you up?" I run my hand down my stomach and place it over his. "No, both of these little ones are asleep like we should be." He lays his cheek on my arm, "You know, I was thinking, we haven't decided on any names yet." "We are definitely using Henry as a middle name. I thought about Nathaniel after my father." "I don't really think that goes with Henry, Love." I nudge him in the ribs, he laughs clutching his body. "It's a good thing we have two to name then." "How about Alexander?" "Alexander? No." "Why not?" "I'll just think of the musical." "Okay fair point, James?" "After Rook?" "Yeah," he shrugs. "He is going to cry when we tell him," Ezra laughs. "James Henry Levy, has a nice ring to it." "It does, doesn't it?" "What about baby b?" Ezra hums for a minute, "Joseph?" "Doesn't go with Nathaniel. How about Simon?" He nods his head back and forth like he is weighing the options, "I like it, but it sounds weird with Nathaniel." "William?" "My God, do you want our baby to have an old man's name immediately post utero?"  "Thomas?" He makes a face, then shakes his head. "Jude, after your brother." "Nathaniel Jude Levy." He nods in approval, rubbing my belly again, before yawning. We fall asleep in that position. Hand-in-hand resting protectively over our sons.