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Chapter 35: Much names

Why did I wake up this early. Guess who woke up at 9 am on a Saturday, with weird cravings such as pickles and cheese... Me. It's 2 pm now and since I had nothing to do, why not do some sketching.

Alfie soon joins me on the sun porch, still in his messy bed hair, with a cup of coffee in each hand. He places one down on the table next me before taking a seat across from me.

"Why are you up this early, may I ask. Usually you'll wake up at 4. Impressive improvement, Felisha." he brings up, but I got too focused on my sketch pad that was on my lap. "Mhmm, cravings." I hum in response.

"What was it? Why didn't you wake me up, I could have gotten them for you." He replied.

"It's was your food. Pickles. And some cheese. Sorry I took them, I just needed it so bad."

Alfie just laughs and sipped on his coffee. "What's so funny?" I asked, "You hate pickles, and now you can't get enough of it," he replied. "I know. And it's not funny, I can't help it," I said while glaring at him.

He leans towards me to glance over at what I'm working on. "Go away, I'm concentrating.  I don't want distractions."

"Wow," he breathes. "That's amazing. I never realized how truely talented you are at this." "Gee, thanks," I mutter sarcastically, continuing to draw out the scenery of the sunlight hitting our yard on the other side of the window.

"No, wait, that came out wrong. You know what I mean. How did you learn to do this?" he questions. I shrug lightly.

"I'm an Art major. What do you think?" I replied sarcastically. "I know that, but when did you learn this like, how did you even like Art?"

"I think it's just something I've always loved doing since I was a kid. And over the years I've gotten better at it. Does that answer your question?"  I said, shrugging lightly.

"I guess so. Hey, can I ask you something. It's the question that I wanted I ask that day. Something I've been wondering about." He asks.

"What?" I said as I placed my pencil down to sip on my coffee.

"You didn't want to be a mom before.. Right? So how are you now? Do you still hate it...?"

I walked over and sat beside him, "Well. I guess I've gotten over that phase of mine. I was selfish. I realised how this pregnancy made you really happy. And you're happiness is one of my top priorities, of course. You have made me the happiest over the years, which I'm grateful of. I guess there's also pros of having a baby. I've gotten more mature, less selfish and hey, having a baby wasn't as bad as I thought. I'm loving it, babe."

"I'm glad. You know, we do eventually need to name these." he said, pointing to my 35 weeks pregnant stomach.

It's crazy how quick 35 weeks has passed. And we've been putting off naming them. I nodded, "Well, any thoughts?" I asked. Alfie shooks his head and laughed.

He walks back to living room, and took out the book we got when we were baby shopping.

"Okay, let's see. Let's choose for our baby boy first. You'll choose two, and I'll choose another two. Then we'll discuss." He replied.

After much choosing, I chose Nolan and Emmett. "I chose Ian and Nolan." Alfie replies. "Aye," I exclaimed while clicking my fingers pointing at him.

"Did you choose the same ones?" He said while looking through the book for our baby girl's name. "I chose Nolan and Kaiden."

"Hm, Nolan sounds pretty good. What about his middle name? I like Finley, Brayden and Adrian."

"Nolan Brayden." I said while rubbing my stomach softly, "It sounds perfect."