Never Knew We Needed You

7

"Home sweet home!"
"Mark! Put me down!"
"Never! You are my queen, queens get special privileges, especially if they're seven months pregnant!"

We've finally finished moving into our new home. It's pretty adorable, painted a blue-ish grey, with a small backyard, a galley kitchen with white cabinets, and colorful wallpaper throughout. A perfect cottage styled home for a young couple. It's January now, the final two months are going to be agony. I want my daughter now, as immature as it sounds. Mark, it seems, is even more excited to be a dad, now that the pregnancy is into later months. Today we got all the things for the nursery. Rather than bright pink, we're going for yellow, white, grey, and a soft, pastel pink. We have a simple white crib that we're painting with grey and pink polka dots, yellow paint, a grey and white checkered upholstered rocking chair, various stuffed animals and blankets, and gauzy white curtains. We plan on painting her name above the crib, once we pick one. In fact, right now, we're sitting in the nursery, trying to pick a name.

"My parents wanted to give me a purely feminine name, considering I was the only girl. My middle name is Agnes, chosen for its meaning, ugh, and my last name starts with a w. I don't want her initials to spell out anything."
Mark nods, and starts scrolling through the name app he downloaded. We bounce off names for awhile, ignoring most, liking some, when Mark looks up.

"How would you feel if she had a name that wasn't exactly a name?"
I raise my eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, this just came to mind, what about Copeland?"
I let it run through my mind. It sounds like some weird celebrity name, like Saint or Bronx (aaaayyy).
I imagine calling my daughter that for life. Copeland, Copeland,
"People would probably call her Cope, how would you feel about that?" I find myself saying. Mark shrugs.
"I know, but it sounds pretty cute."
Copeland. Suddenly I smile.
"You know what? It's perfect."
Mark looks at me with a wide smile.
"Great! Now, for middle name. You pick."
I look at him. "You sure you want me to do that? You've heard me talk before, about a certain favorite band."
He sighs. "If you want to make her middle name Patrick, or some version of it , by all means do so."
I rub my hand over my stomach.
"Copeland Patrick. I like it."
"As for last names, we should use the one that sounds best, but let her pick when she's older," Mark says. I nod.
"Copeland Patrick Woodland, Copeland Patrick Fischbach."
"How about Woodland-Fischbach?" Mark says, "legally, and let her work from there."
I smile. "Great. My family will love me giving my child an obsolete name with a boy middle name. But I love it."

Sorry it's short, see ya next week!
P.S., time skips ahead. This story is about them being parents, soooo