What could go wrong?

Chapter 15

*Josie*

"Fletcher! Where are my earrings?"

I heard a groan in the other room. I tried not to laugh. Fletcher was wearing a white shirt with a blue long-sleeve shirt over top. He had the sleeves rolled up. Fletcher tied up his sneakers and placed his jean pants over top.

"My earrings, Fletcher," I stated.

Fletcher picked up a small box.

"There."

I raised an eyebrow. I kissed him. Fletcher wrapped his arms around me or tried to. I was carrying high, real high. Fletcher played with my blond curl. I smiled. I pulled away and slipped on my black flats. Fletcher started to laugh. I glared at I'm trying okay. At least you don't have to carry this huge thing around," I snapped.

Fletcher smiled. He pulled on his jacket and did it up. "Babe. You never looked more beautiful."

My lips turned upwards. Fletcher kissed me.

"Your still not getting some tonight," I teased. "Or ever. Not till this baby is born."

Fletcher growled. "Really?"

I nodded. "Go get the car ready James Bond."

Fletcher grinned and shook his brown hair. He ran outside with the last of the suitcases. I looked in the mirror. My blond hair was curled and pulled up. My make-up was dark and natural. I was wearing a maternity button front cami and skinny jeans. I fluffed my hair and raced outside. Locking the door, I bounced towards the 2010 Ford F150 Pickup truck.

Fletcher swung open the door. "Come on Josie!"

I jumped in and smoothed out my shirt. Soon we were driving.

------------------------------------------------------3 hours later--------------

"Josie!"

I jumped up from my sleep. Fletcher laughed. I glared at him.

"Sorry babe," Fletcher chuckled. "I couldn't resist."

I pouted. Fletcher kissed the palm of my hand.

"We should pick baby names."

Fletcher blinked, "Okay."

I took a breath. "I like Mackenzie."

"Ehh. How about Chloe?"

I made a face. "Like the brat doll? Nope."

"Okay what names do you hate," Fletcher asked.

"Emma, Judy, Kayleigh, Adelyn, Madison, Ella, and Kayley."

Fletcher laughed. "Okay. How about Ava?"

"Nope. Payton."

"Gross," Fletcher snorted.

I giggled. "Really? Okay. How about Kinley?"

Fletcher thought about it. "I like it."

"Really?"

"Kinley Grace Richardson. I like it," Fletcher said.

I rubbed my belly. "Kinley. Daddy and I love you."

Fletcher laughed. "Your talking to her?"

I felt my stomach kick. I gasped. "Fletcher!"

He looked up, startled. "Damnmitt! Josie what-"

I placed his hand where Kinley was kicking. He grinned and rubbed the spot.