Author's Note: Only saw the movie...
Names
Tiffany released a sigh as she rubbed her large belly in a loving manner. She was sitting on her bed while flipping through a book of baby names. It was a nice and sunny day outside and it was slowly transfiguring into deep evening. The weather was comforting and very pleasing.
Pat suddenly trekked into the room, holding a water bottle and a bowl of fruit. He saw Tiffany sitting cross legged on the bed and wasted no time in joining her on the soft bed. The male sat next to her without a word and plopped a piece of an apple into his mouth, eyes roaming the book of baby names in his wife's hands.
"What's up?" Tiffany asked without looking at him as she flipped another page of the book, totally immersed in the words that were displayed on the pages.
"Nothing. Just wanted to see what you were up to," Pat responded, shrugging and shoving a piece of an orange into his mouth. "How's the baby doing?"
"She's fine." Tiffany replied, gently rubbing her own fat belly with a smile.
"Good." Pat said.
Tiffany nodded and showed him the book she was reading. "I bought this book of baby names. I thought it was pretty interesting."
"Why can't we just name her Tiffany?" Pat wanted to know, bringing his eyes up to his partner's face.
"What? I don't want to name her that. That's my name. It would be too weird." Tiffany responded, shaking her head with a frown coloring her features.
Pat shrugged. "I really like your name, that's all."
"Sure," Tiffany grinned a little. "What about Patricia?"
"Patricia?" Pat raised an eyebrow at the pregnant female wonderingly.
"Yeah. Patricia." Tiffany replied.
"No." Pat denied.
"Why not? I like Patricia. Plus, it's close to your name." Tiffany explained, wrapping her arm around his own and watching him devour his fruits.
Pat shook his head. "I don't like Patricia."
"Fine," Tiffany muttered. "How about Bianca?"
"Bianca?"
"Yeah. Bianca."
"Nope! Bianca is no good." Pat answered while chewing on a piece of a pear.
Tiffany sighed. "I used to have a friend named Bianca. She was alright."
"Well, I don't want you to be reminded of your friend when you look at our little girl once she's born." Pat pointed out, quickly finishing his goods. He started working on his water now.
Tiffany looked at him like he was crazy. "Fine, fine. What about Trisha?" She questioned him.
"Trisha," Pat said thoughtfully. "Trisha. Trisha."
"Do you like Trisha?"
"Well, let's see…" Pat pondered for a little bit more before nodding his head. "Trisha's good." He pulled her into a warm embrace, smiling.
Tiffany grinned. "Good."
Then the two moved on into a different conversation.