No Chloe! We are not naming our kid after a meme.
Max awoke from a long late night labour. It was like one in the morning when she finally pushed out her baby boy and passed out, content that her wife Chloe would look after their child
"Rise and shine sleepyhead." She heard Chloe call out once she realised Max was awake
"Chloe." Max sighed as she turned her head to see her blue haired lover holding their son in a white blanket
"It's ok Max" Chloe assured. "I even named him for you." She finished with a smile.
Something inside Max dropped. All the way through her pregnancy, Chloe had been coming up with names for their child. It was a nice thought, Max was sure, but all of Chloe's ideas were either ridiculous or they were annoying memes.
Max groaned. "You didn't name him Pepe did you?"
"Nope." Chloe smirked with false innocence.
"Doge?"
"Very no, wow." Chloe's smirk turned into a grin.
Max rolled her eyes. "Shia Lebeouf?"
"Nah."
"Randy Orton?"
"Not exactly," Chloe answered getting her phone out. "But you were close…"
It only took Max an instant to guess. "Oh no, Chloe you didn't."
Chloe lifted her phone to Max's ear grinning ear to ear. "HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!" The voice in Chloe's phone yelled, followed by the John Cena theme.
"I hate you." Max growled when the theme finished.
"You love me really." Chloe smiled back
"That given, but I'm still a little mad."
"Aww don't be." Chloe moaned apologetically. "Besides, I chose John Cena so it would be easier to pass it off for a normal name."
"That is true, you could have picked something totally messed up." Max's voice softened, she could never stay mad at her Chloe.
Besides, they had little baby John Cena to look after now, and looking at them both, Max knew they would always be happy together.