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fifteen.

"Did you hear about that murder?"

"No, what happened?"

"Apparently, some guy got shot in cold blood."
He says.
"No one saw it happen, but a couple people heard it."

"That's crazy."

"It was one of Negan's men, I bet he's so pissed!"
The boy laughs.
"Can you just imagine his face right now? Eyebrows furrowed, clenched jaw with a stupid tightness to his lips."

Shrugging, I let out a small sigh.

"Whoever did it is a dead man."

I sit up on my knees, pulling my shirt down so it wouldn't expose my stomach.
"Do you wanna talk about names?"

"We're talking about death, Sage!"

"You're talking about death, I'm only listening."

"Well, then tell me your opinion on it if you're so upset about not being able to talk."
He huffs.
"Since when are you so talkative anyways?"

"I don't wanna talk about that guy dying."
I bite my cheek.
"I wanna talk about names."

"We don't even know it's gender."

"I'll pick the girl names and you can pick the boy names."
I suggest.
"Do you wanna do top three?"

"I wanna top you."

"No, come on, let's be serious for a second."

"I wasn't joking."

"What would you think about Hannah-Kay?"
I ask.
"Poppy, maybe?"

"You want her to either have two names for her first name, or be named after a seed?"

"Josephine? Jo for short?"

"Is this 1940?"

"What do you like, Carl?"

He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it and shuts his eye.

"You wanted to name your baby sister, so I just thought..."

"This isn't ideal for me."

"There's plenty of names out there, those were just suggestions. I can pick one that you--"

"I'm not talking about the names, Sage!"
He yells.
"Listen to me for once!"

"I-I always listen to you..."

"How do I even know it's mine? What if you're forcing me into having it?"

"You were my first."
I say.
"And last time I checked, the baby wasn't coming out of you."

"It's not what I want right now."