"What if we name our kid after one of us?" Mark blurted out, his head in Becky's lap.

Becky rose an eyebrow and shook her head, "If we ever do that then Darlene & David will probably call us self-centered,and narcissistic."

"Won't be the first time I'll be called self-centered,Babe." Mark teased as he sat up, his hand resting on Becky's stomach. He still couldn't believe it he's going to be a father.

"Oh really?" Becky mumbled as Mark settled himself besides her. His arm across her stomach protectively, as she felt Mark rest his head on top of hers. Oh course she knew what he was referring to that argument they had when they had their break up when they were dating. She called him self-centered, not giving a damn about her, and he shot back that the reason that they can't work out their problems was because of her mother. She shook her head, as she mumbled into his neck that she loves him.

"I'm serious about the name thing. Becks." Mark cupped Becky's chin as he stared into her eyes. Becky blinked, he had that look in his eyes that left no room to argue,well sometimes. Becky smiled as the expression on his face became gentle, reminding her why she fell for him.

"Fine, hunny." Becky gave into Mark's idea, as she watched his eyebrows raise, and after that look that was pretty much reserved for only her appeared.

Mark smirked as he nuzzled Becky's neck, he couldn't wait to meet his kids. He was half-way falling asleep,...

"you, better be a girl. Not that I would mind a boy either. Me and your daddy will love you no matter what your are." he heard Becky say as he felt her hand rest on top of his.

"So have the two of you thought of names from the little guy…" Becky crossed her arms and gave her dad a look. She gave a small shake of her head and settled on an article in the magazine her Aunt brought over for her yesterday.

"...or Girl yet?" Dan finished giving a small smile to his oldest.

Becky looked up from the magazine in her hands. Her dad came by to visit, because Mark left for work early in the morning. He called her dad to see if he will come over to check on her, Mark's protective streak of her, she has noticed has reached a new level, not that she's complaining.

She let out a sigh at least it's only her dad and not her mom. Well the peace she had at that thought died,the minute Jerry ran into the apartment, followed by her mother yelling for her little brother to not break anything.

She placed her hands on her stomach, remembering to breathe to keep calm.

"Hello Mother." Becky made a move to get up while her dad immediately helped her up. Patting the top of Jerry's head as her little brother clung to her leg.

"You still haven't gotten any maternity clothes?" Roseanne said as she crossed her arms. Her eyes taking in Becky's appearance, a black t-shirt and a flannel that obviously belonged to Mark. Becky rolled her eyes, leave it to her mother to butt in, and point out unnecessary details. She didn't have a problem wearing Mark's clothes, besides they were saving money to put down for a house. They were going to need the extra space for them, and their son, or daughter.

Becky couldn't help but smile as she watched Jerry wave his toy car in the air. It was a gift for her and Mark, since she was the one left with the task of watching her youngest brother, because DJ hit the dating stage of his teens so he was busy,Darlene and David lived in Chicago with jobs and a daughter to watch after.

"So names, Becky?" Dan questioned as he softly told Jerry to settle down. Becky nodded her head as she reached for the notebook filled with possible names that her, and Mark came up with. She smiled as she pointed to two names both her and Mark liked. Watching her dad read them, and noticing how his eyes widen.

Dan sat their slightly speechless, as he saw his name and the female version of his name written in Mark's neat handwriting on the page.

"I don't know what to say, Becky?"

"Well, you are important to the both of us. I know Mark won't say it but, he does see you like a father." Becky stated while she slightly smiled as her mother's look of disbelief as she went over the list of names.

"Are you telling me. You won't name your daughter after me? I gave birth to you!" Roseanne questioned, Becky rolled her eyes.

"Me and Mark came to a decision that we will name one of our kids after one of us. And that their middle name will come from someone that we both respect." Becky crossed her arms, remembering that Mark told she has to stand her ground when it came to her mother,and her habit of wanting to run their lives.

Mark walked in a bags of groceries in his arms, he scoffed at Roseanne's sarcastic remark if he lost his job. He meet Dan's eyes as his father-in-law shook his head, and mouthed that they will leave in a bit.

"Hey, Becky." Mark muttered against her temple, his lips pressed softly against her temple, as he wrapped his arms around her. Nodding his head towards his in-laws.

"I thought you would be at work longer?" Becky mumbled against his shoulder,as she turned her head to the side. The comforting feeling on his leather jacket against her skin, kept her nerves calm.

"Bob, told me to clock out early. That's it better If I'm around to keep an eye on you." Mark smiled as Becky kissed him, breaking apart when they heard Jerry say yuck.

Dan smiled as he watched them, Becky and Mark have come along way to the way they are now. Mark wasn't the smart-mouthed punk anymore, and he could see that the boy he didn't like at first loved Becky for all her little flaws. Becky on the other hand still had some does he dare say it have some bratty tendencies, but Mark seems to mellow her out.

He pushed Roseanne along out the door knowing that he wasn't needed anymore right now, as Jerry ran ahead outside.

"So how do you feel about having Rigatoni tonight Becks?" Mark leaned against the counter, holding up a box of said pasta in his hands

"Anything you make is good." Becky piped up, Mark smirked as he set himself to make them dinner. A quiet evening just the two of them.