Meeting Mr. Gang Leader ✔️

Chapter 21- Chloes p.o.v.

I kept flipping through the book, looking at name after name for my baby boy. I sighed in frustration. None of these names were good enough for my baby. Paedro pointed at a list of columns and I looked over at it too.

"I like this name," Paedro said, pointing at the middle of the page.

"Dayton?" I read out loud.

"Yeah," he said, nodding.

I scrunched up my face, bursting out laughing at the hurt look on his face. "What in the world kind of name is that," I asked, still laughing.

"A cool name," he grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back on the head board. "What in the world kind of name is that," he mimicked me, his voice going into a high pitched one. "You don't like my names, I won't help you," he muttered.

I laughed harder if that was even possible. Him pouting had to be one of the cutest things in the world. "Oh stop," I said in between fits of laughter. "Even my baby is laughing at you."

He made a weird face, looking down at my stomach and pointing a finger at it. "Dayton's a cool name," he glared at my stomach, and I only laughed harder.

"I'm not naming my son something that belongs in the 1800's." I began flipping through the book again, my eyes scanning the columns before they stopped on two names right beside each other. I liked them. In fact, I loved them.

I jumped of the bed, holding the book in the air and squealing. I waved the book in the air, jumping up and down and doing a weird dance.

"What is it," Paedro asked. He was looking at me like I was insane.

"I found a name for my babyyyy," I sang, holding the book out in front of me and making my arms go in a round motion.

"I found a name for my babyyy, I found a name for my babyyy. Oh yeah! Who's the best? I'm the best because I found a name for my babyyyyy and it doesn't come from the eighteen hundreeeeddddssss."

Paedro glared at me, taking my insult to heart and I stuck my tongue out at him. "Well what is it?" He asked, unfolding his arms and standing up. "I'm sure it isn't as cool as Dayton, though."

I rolled my eyes and said," Alexander Elijah."

"Alexander Elijah Fox," Paedro said, testing it out.

I tensed when I heard Sebastians last name. There's nothing that I could do about it. It is his baby. But he acts like he doesn't want it, and it hurts more and more each day thinking that my baby won't have a dad.

"I'm gonna get a bowl of cereal," I said, tossing the book on my dresser and walking out the door. I snorted before I walked out.

"Who likes Dayton?" I asked aloud, knowing Paedro heard me.

"It's a cool name!" Paedro shouted from the bedroom, and I laughed as I made my way downstairs.

Sebastian was sitting down at the table when I walked in. He looked up at me when I walked by him but continued to eat his sandwich. I went to the cabinet, getting a bowl down and grabbing the cereal from the top of the fridge. I could feel his gaze on my back as I poured the cereal in the bowl, and I felt my temper rise.