I layed back on the couch with my feet up on the glass coffee table, despite how many times my mom tried to tell me otherwise as a kid. Dan was lying on his stomach and hand his hand on my belly and was talking to our babies.
"... And that's how babies are made. Any questions?" He looked down at my tummy and patted the area where our boy supposedly is, "Good."
I glanced down at Dan and smirked, turning back to my book of baby names. I just bought it this morning with Phil because we went on a little book buying spree. I passed the parenting section and found a selection of baby name books so I picked one up. It was actually pretty cool to have a book of potential names but it seemed like the most difficult thing in the world to narrow down to only two names.
I was searching through the girl names half of the book, dismissing most of them. Rebecca? No. Regina? Nope. Samantha? Not feeling it. There really was no way to know what to name either of the twins without seeing them in person, to put names to a face.
Dan started humming the beginning to a song that I recognised as "The Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance. I smiled from behind my book when Dan actually started singing.
"When I was
A young boy
My father
Took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, son when
You grow up
Would you be
The savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned?"
I closed my book and placed it on the arm of the couch next to me, listening to his little show. He hand one hand on my belly and he moved to lay his head across my lap. He continued singing the song and I closed my eyes to soak in his sweet melody. My mother used to sing me to sleep all the time when I was a small child, and I remembered feeling sleepy every time she sang. I guess it was like my body was trained to sleep when a few notes were sung.
Dan finished the minute long intro and lay in silence for a few seconds.
Kick.
My eyes popped open immediately and I lifted up my head. Our eyes connected and he cracked a grin, disbelief written all over his face. He continued singing with a hopeful look on his face. Every time he finished one of the babies would kick and Dan cheered. He remained silent and there was more movement, as of they wanted Dan to sing again.
I huffed a short laugh and stared into Dan's eyes in awe, "Your voice is magic." He chuckled and sent a text to someone, who I assumed was Phil. After a few seconds I picked my book back up and continued reading.
***
We were in the same position later on that day and I was on the last page of a different teen fiction book. My eyes were glued to the last few lines with anticipation.
And then he kissed her gently, running his fingers through her silky hair and pulled back. He stared into her eyes, asking himself why he didn't do that sooner.
"Oh my god, why did they end it like that? Now I want another book." I frowned and closed the hardback, putting it on the coffee table. Dan looked up from his phone and eyed the book on the table.
"Good book?"
"Yeah." I pulled a pouty face and looked at him. He smiled and then pulled a serious face, like he was getting prepared to say something.
"So I'm thinking that my next YouTube video I'll introduce you to my subscribers, since only some of them have seen the liveshow. Would you come on camera if I did?" Dan asked. After thinking it over for a few minutes, I made up my mind.
