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"How are you feeling?" Isy asked as she reached across from the drivers seat and placed her hand on my thigh, flashing a smile in my direction before turning back to look at the road as we made our way home.

"I don't know" I laughed.
"I don't think I know how to feel"

"4 boys" Isy said quietly before letting out a laugh.

"4 boys..." I nodded, shaking my head slightly in disbelief.

"I can't believe it"

From the moment that we found out I was pregnant I had a feeling it was another boy and when we found out it was twins I thought at least one of them would be a girl. The chances of having 4 boys was too low, but we were clearly destined to be boy mums and as much as I was disappointed that we were never going to experience having a daughter I was also so happy that we were adding 2 more perfect boys to our family.

Naming two more boys was going to be difficult. There had only been a few boys names that we loved and we had already used two of them. Naming children was such a huge responsibility, whatever we decided they would have to live with for their whole lives, so we had to pick carefully.

We knew that having twins was more risky than one baby, there was a much higher chance of there being a complication during delivery or them being premature and having to spend some time in hospital so we wanted to choose their names before they arrived.

"Maybe we should use Leo this time around?" Isy suggested as we sat on the sofa that evening once the boys had gone to sleep.

"I do love the name Leo" I agreed, placing my right hand on my bump as I felt the babies kick.
"Whatever we choose they need to sound good together"

"Leo and Luca?" Isy suggested, Luca having been on our list when she was pregnant with Enzo.

"I don't know about the double L's"

"Leo and Sebastián?"

"It's so hard to decide"

"What about Leo and Xavi?"

"I like them all, it's so hard to decide"

We decided think about it for the next few days before making any decisions and spent the rest of the evening watching tv and talking about how excited we were about welcoming two more boys into our family in a few months.

"Have I told you how much I love seeing you pregnant?" Isy smiled down at me as a lay across the sofa with my head resting in her lap.

"You have" I let out a smile laugh, smirking up at my wife.

"I mean it, you are so beautiful" She leant down and kissed me.

"I don't feel particularly beautiful right now. My ankles are swollen, my face is puffy and I-"

"Stop it"
"You are the most beautiful you have been and I love you more than I ever have"

My eyes started to swell with tears as I listened to my wife, cradling my bump with one hand a wiping the water from my eyes with the other.

"What's wrong cariño?" Isy asked as I started to sob, placing her hand on my cheek.

"I don't know why I'm crying- I just... I'm so hormonal and tired and I- I love you too"

"Shall we go and get into bed?"

"Mmmhmm"

The two little boys growing in my stomach kept me awake most nights. I was only 5 and a half months pregnant, but the fact that there was two of them meant that was little room in there for them to move around without kicking me in the bladder or pressing against my back.

As I tossed and turned in bed at 2am after multiple trips to the bathroom the sound Jordi's quiet voice appeared at our bedroom door.

"Mama?"

"Jordi, what are you doing up baby?" I whispered not wanting to wake Isy.

"I can't sleep"

"I can't sleep either" I smiled, getting to be feet slowly before heading towards our eldest son.
"Shall we go downstairs and get some milk?"

Jordi took my hand as we quietly made our way down the hall towards the stairs, his hair messy from sleeping and one pyjama leg rolled up to the knee.

"Are the babies kicking mama?" He asked as we reached the kitchen.

"They are, do you want to feel?" I offered as a poured Jordi a glass of milk, before lifting my top to expose my bump.

"I can't wait to be a big brother again mama" Jordi smiled as he rested his hand on my skin.

"I can't wait either Jordi"

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