I Love A Vampire (A Fiolee Story)

Naming the Babies, Shopping and More

Fionna's POV*

(Fionna is eight months in now)

"Definitely not!" Marshall yelled. We're discussing baby names and we can't seem to agree. I personally think that we waited too long, but whatever.

"What's wrong with Shane?" I asked.

"I don't like it. It was this old YouTuber's guy's name and let's just say no matter how funny he was, he scarred me for life. Anyway, for the girl, Bree?"

"I'll go for that." I nodded.

"Finally, we have one name." He sighed. "Now for the boy."

I thought about it, "How about Axel?"

"Huh... Yeah I like it."

"TWO DOWN WE'RE DONE!" I yelled, jumping up from the rock of a couch throwing my arms up.

He laughed. "Yes, and now we wait."

"Another flippin' month! I hate this. I'm fat my feet are swelling, I slosh, y'know how weird it is to slosh? Nope, you don't, because you're not and never have to be pregnant." I sighed "and now I'm being a bitch." I looked at him. "I'm sorry."

"Fi, you put up with cocky me, ass hole me, jerky me and many more "lovable" characters, why apologize for the one time you're not perfect? You can't even help it, I on the other hand..."

"That sounds like a reverse conversation after we sang Good Little Girl and Bad Little Boy." I chuckled. "The only one I didn't like is when I first met you, Mr. Cocky." I laughed

He laughed with me. This was the best feeling. Sitting by someone you love, laughing. It doesn't matter what it's about. When you're happy with the one you love, anything can happen and it wont matter, the one is there. Wait when did I get all sappy? Ugh, hormones.

"C'mon lets watch The Heat Signature 4 my buddy got it for me."

I nodded and smiled as he got up to put the movie in.

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"Cake, why shop for this now? I'm fat."

"We're not buying we're looking, there's a huge difference."

Cake decided we needed to go wedding dress shopping even though I'm too big.

"Not that big of a difference..."

"OOOOOOHHHHHH! THIS ONE!!!!!" She screamed when she saw a dress that looked no different from all the other dresses she pointed out.

"Too poofy."

"That's what you said about the last fifteen dresses I've chosen!"

"Yep." I nodded. "I don't like poofy."

"Fine..." She muttered "I'll stop with the poofy dresses..."

"THANK GOD!!!" I yelled. Hey, She's been making me wear poofy crap since I was like 11 (Not counting the purple dress).

We looked around for a while, not much caught my attention. But then I saw it.

"This is beautiful..." I looked at the dress. It was a mermaid style, just what I wanted. It was strapless and looked as if the fabric around the top was rapped around and had diamonds just below where the chest would be. Problem? It's red.

"No." She threw her hands up. "It's RED! You're supposed to wear white!"

I put my finger up. "I have an idea.."

"You wouldn't..." Cake's eyes widened, she'd caught on.

"What would it hurt? We'd pay for it. Besides, when the baby is out, this'll be my size." I looked at the tag that displayed the price and size. "Plus, it's in the price range. It's perfection."

She sighed. "Fine..."

We payed and walked out. As soon as we got out I suck the red from it.

"Bleh, awful." I said after I finished.

"Which is why we should've gotten a white dress..."

"Don't be butt hurt because I didn't agree to your dresses.''

"AM NOT!"

I laughed as she looked flustered and upset that I called her out

"You spend too much time with Marshall..." She mummbled as we continued to walk, laughing slightly.

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I woke up in the middle of the night in pain. "Arrrrggg!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Marshall woke with a start. "Whaaat's wrong?!"

"It's happening!" I yelled "Get me to the hospital! Now!"