JD and I were sitting in the living room this morning with a notepad and pen between us brainstorming baby names. Surprisingly he's really stepped up around the place preparing breakfast and cleaning up, also the whole constantly asking how I'm feeling and even holding my hair back when morning sickness comes.
I still do the shopping however currently I'm waddling around the store trying to find some maternity wear as I don't really think my clothes will fit me much longer I'm about 4 months along now everything is fine for a pregnant woman who doesn't have any hospital appointments the baby and I are doing fine.
I run over the list of names in my head from earlier I'd expected JD to want a son to be his little homicidal prodigy but instead, he's hoping for a baby girl. I don't really have a preference although for a girl the name Rose is my favourite for a boy maybe Mickey short for Micheal?
I've got plenty of time to decide names it would be nice to know what we're having so it's easier to chose but we can't exactly do that seeing as Jd and I are 'Dead'.
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"Want a hand?" JD offers already taking the bags from my hand and heading into the kitchen. I place the final few bags down beside me sighing who'd have thought this is where we'd be raising children. I can't lie and say before I knew what JD was truly like that I hadn't pictured our future together, prom, graduation, marriage, children. Everything else would come before that. Heres my reality I'm knocked up at age 17, never went to prom because every other student is dead, same goes for graduation, marriage now that's something JD and I never spoke about, children well mini psychopath is well on their way. Fucking great.
I make my way into the kitchen where my boyfriend is placing cans of fruit, beans and other items into the cupboards below the island. I smile at him and grab a mug from the side, opening the fridge and pouring myself some orange juice "you want any?" I ask him.
"I'll make a coffee in a minute, I'm good V" he replies cheerfully. He's very cheerful lately and despite the hormones, we rarely argue anymore. Its almost as if this whole pregnancy thing has changed something inside his heart.
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I take back what I said earlier. JD is still very much insane. The knives he is currently throwing at the dartboard in the spare bedroom tells me he is seriously messed up in the head. What's worse is his accuracy bullseye every time. Anyone else would be intimidated I, on the other hand, am straight up terrified at the thought of him teaching the baby how to throw cutlery like that.
Deciding that I can't bear to watch 'knife darts' anymore I head into my room and get myself ready for bed. Once having brushed my teeth and gotten comfy I quickly drift off into a peaceful deep sleep. Until I'm woken up by a familiar voice screaming at me from the end of the bed...Not this shit again!
To Be continued...
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