Desirable

~56. The Rumours are True.

"Hey, you know Bruiser called you?" Louis scrolls into the kitchen, gently snatching a yellow post-it from the fridge. 

Clementine, after several seconds of staring blankly at nothing, tilts her head back. 

"Oh yeah. I forgot."

Louis grins and folds the small paper. 

"Pregnancy brain."

Her nose twitches as she grabs a nearby cushion on the sofa and lobs it at her boyfriend, who dodges the attack with his arm. 

He laughs, "Don't hate me! I'm not the one that made you forget to wait until the car stops before you get out."

"Don't start this again! You were distracting me," she turns on the sofa and points her finger at him.

Louis, once again, grins. 

"I wasn't even talking."

Clementine drops her attitude and smiles, humming to relieve herself of the sheer frustration she felt. 

"Keep talking, and you'll have 'death by girlfriend' written on your grave." she sighs, relaxing in the comfy chair and caressing her large stomach. 

The dreadhead approaches her from behind and places his hands on her shoulders, leaning down to look at her face from over her shoulder. 

"How would you kill me?" 

"Easy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," she hums, "I'd strangle you with my umbilical cord."

Louis' face twists with discomfort. He blinks. 

"Umm.."

"So don't try me." Clem smiles and plants a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek. 

Louis walks around the sofa and slouches down next to his girlfriend, snaking a strong arm over her shoulders. 

"Back to what I was saying," she nods in response, "you should call him back." 

"I will."

"How about right now? Otherwise, you'll probably forget."

 Clem smiles and sarcastically hums again, "Remember what I just said?" 

"It's not you! It's our little Fern," he winks and puts a hand on her stomach. 

The girl squints, "I do really like it."

After spending ages thinking of names, the parents agreed to try out their favourites in their everyday lives, and see which name stuck. So far, they still couldn't choose. 

"We have to figure it out soon, we only have a month left." Louis chuckles, getting up and going over to the kitchen island. 

"We will..." Clementine crosses her arms above her bump. 

Louis pours himself a glass of water and pauses, looking over at her with an eyebrow raised. 

A full minute of silence goes by before the dreadhead speaks, snapping his girlfriend out of her pregnancy trance. 

"Clemen-"

"Bruiser! Okay, got it." she blinks and goes to the bedroom, leaving Louis laughing to himself in the kitchen. 

She retrieves her phone from the mess of blankets on the bed and quickly finds Bruiser's contact, tapping on his number. Holding the phone up to her ear, she carefully lowers herself on the comfy mattress. Especially lately, her back had been killing her.