You and Ruel are like twenty-five in this imagine.
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You sat on the sofa with Ruel, while rubbing your stomach. Ruel just stared at you in awe.
'I can't believe we will have our little baby in a few months.' You smiled.
'I know, little baby Van Dijk.' He beamed placing his hands on your stomach.
'Do you have any names in mind?' You questioned.
'I have a few, what about you?'
'Yeah, what are your ideas?' You asked.
'I like Jude, Hero and Maxwell.' He replied.
'I love the name Arlo.' You giggled looking at your stomach.
He just looked at you and laughed.
'Oh you're serious.' He said and abruptly stopped laughing.
'What's wrong with the name Arlo? You asked, becoming upset.
'Eh, it's just a bit of a weird name.' He chuckled.
'Oh and your name isn't weird!' You said, bluntly to him.
'I'm sorry I didn't name myself Ruel did I?' He shouted.
'Stupid cow.' He whispered underneath his breath.
'I heard that!' You shouted, standing up and walking out of the living room.
'You're so childish!' He shouted at you as you walked away.
'You know you don't have to be in this baby's life!' You screamed, spitefully.
'For the love of god y/n! Grow up!' He yelled, exasperated.
'This baby is going to be called Arlo y/l/n (your last name)!' You threatened.
You ran up to your shared bedroom and got into your side of the bed. You closed your eyes and drifted of to sleep.
Ruel sat in the living room with his head in his hands.
'What have I done?' He whispered to himself, regretting how he spoke to you earlier.
He quietly walked upstairs and slowly opened your bedroom door. For a while, he just stood in the door way and admired you sleeping peacefully whilst cradling your baby bump.
After a few minutes, Ruel stepped closer to the bed and accidentally stood on a book that was on the floor, causing him to fall over and make a loud crash.
'Ruel?' You ask, slightly disorientated as you just woke up.
'I'm so sorry baby.' He cooed, stroking your hair.
'I'm sorry that I insulted your name, Ruely.' You say caressing his cheek.
'I didn't mean to call you a stupid cow, I just don't really know how to deal with your mood swings very well my love.' He admitted.
'We don't have to name him Arlo, I don't like it that much.' You lied.
'No baby, I was being dramatic.' He said.
'I like the name Hero, we can name him that if you want.' You replied.
'Anything is perfect to me baby as long as I have this baby with the woman of my dreams.' He cooed.
'So Arlo?' You pushed.
'No way.' He chuckled, making you laugh.
'Hero it is then.' You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed.
He engulfed you in a hug and caressed your bump.
'I can't wait for our baby to make his grand entrance.' He whispered.
'Little Hero Van Dijk.' You smiled, looking at Ruel.
'That's perfect, babe.'
Wow these actually keep getting worse😣😂
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