Currently standing at the bathroom sink, Buttercup rested her hands on the sink as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The image of her husband was reflected in the mirror as he walked past the doorframe of the bathroom that Buttercup had her back to. She watched as her husband paused briefly before he entered the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
"Whatcha thinking about, honey?" his voice rumbled into her ear.
"Oh, nothing in particular," she replied.
"I was just thinking about our wild night a couple of weeks ago," he added.
She shifted position slightly so she could look at her husband.
"W-What did you just say?"
"I was remembering our wild night a couple of weeks ago."
She felt herself going pale.
"That was two weeks ago?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Our wild night was well within my fertile time frame, honey."
Understanding dawned on him at the hidden meaning of what she'd just said and his gaze flicked to her flat stomach.
"Are you really?"
"I believe so."
"I'm gonna be a dad."
She smiled before he pulled her into his arms and kissed her before his hand went to her stomach.
"We're gonna have a baby."
"And this child should be a girl."
"What?"
"I've always wanted my first born to be a girl."
"Why?"
"Bailey has a nice ring to it for our first child, don't you think, honey?"
"Yeah. And so does Beverly."
She whacked him gently.
"We are not naming this child Beverly."
He pouted.
"Why not?"
"Because I've got my heart set on naming our first born Bailey."