No Idea

chapter 13

Rachel's kind of huge now, honestly. She's eight months along, none of her old clothes fit, and she can't even see her feet.

"I just want this baby out," she moans, curling up into as much of a ball as she can with her protruding stomach. He sits down next to her on the couch. "I'm just bloated all the time and I can never get comfortable." She sighs, snuggling into his side.

He wraps his arm around her, resting his cheek on the top of her head. "Well, I think you're beautiful."

"Thanks, babe," she murmurs.

"I… I was looking at baby names today," he says, playing with her hair.

"Find any good ones?" They've been looking for a while now, discussing them every now and then, but usually not for very long, because Rachel seems pretty hell-bent on naming their daughter Evita, and he's just not cool with that.

"Well, there's one I like," he says slowly. She looks up at him expectantly. "Ava. It means 'like a bird,' and um, she'll be all about reaching her dreams, like you, and soaring to new heights and stuff, you know?" He shrugs. "Just a thought, I guess."

She's silent for a few seconds. "It's perfect," she whispers, looking up at him. She's smiling slightly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," she laughs, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing his face down so she can press her lips against his.

"Her middle name can be Evita if you want," he whispers, nuzzling his forehead against hers. "Or Maria, or Elphaba, or Fanny. Whatever you want babe."

She giggles. "Actually, I was thinking her middle name should be Carole."

He freezes, staring at her.

"Is that okay?" she asks, worry seeping into her tone.

He kisses her on the nose. "More than okay. My mom's going to be even more excited." He laughs, putting a hand on her ever-expanding belly. "Hey, baby girl, you've got a name now. Ava Carole Hudson."

Rachel laughs, and he feels the vibration of it. "I think she's sleeping right now," she whispers, lacing her fingers through his. "So it's the perfect time for us to be doing other things."

"Like what?" he asks, smirking, sliding his hand under her shirt.

"I think you know," she mutters as he plants kisses on her neck.

He sure hopes she knows that once she gets this baby out, there's no way he's not going to want another.

I had this weird dream where I opened this business where you would come in or call and I would come to your house and design your own glee wall of all the pictures you chose , most likely if I ever did this I would get shut down after a few days besides I'm only 18 what do I know about opening a business😆

HAPPY THANKSGIVING GUYS I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE GETTING STUFFED WITH FOOD😄😄😄

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