Story Title: What to Expect When Massie's Expecting.

Chapter Title: Starting the Talk

Disclaimer: Disclaimed.

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The elevator's ding signaled Derrick Harrington's late arrival. His wife, Massie Block-Harrington (she chose to keep her last name) was sitting on a couch, looking at her photo that was featured on a Vogue magazine.

"Hey, Derry," Massie said, looking up from her magazine to give him a smile. "You're late." Derrick dropped down on the couch next to her and pulled her on his lap. "I got you some flowers today," he said, signaling to the purple Azalea's sitting on coffee table in front of them.

"Awww, you're so sweet!" Massie squealed, pecking on the lips. "Now, what do you want?" "What do you mean what do I want?" Derrick asked, perplexed. "Can't a man buy his wife some flowers just because he loves her?" "Of course he can," Massie responded. "But for the past two weeks, you've been buying me flowers." She pointed to the bunch of purple and white flowers Inez had placed in a huge vase. "Plus the Pot of Gold chocolates," she added. "I love you," Derrick stated. "That's all." "C'mon," Massie said, a slight whine in her voice. "You can tell me."

Derrick sighed. "Alright, come with me." He jumped up and held his hand out. Massie eyed it suspiciously before placing her dainty hand in it. He led her towards their family room and pulled out an old photo album. "Where'd you get this from?" Massie asked, a small smile playing on her lips. "I asked your mom for it," Derrick admitted. He sat down on a couch and pulled Massie to his lap again. "Let's take a walk down memory lane," Derrick said. He kissed her on top of her head before leaning back again.

"I kind of had it altered so our baby pictures could be on the same pages," Derrick began as he turned to the first page. "There go you when you were a baby," he said, pointing the first picture. It was a picture of Massie lying down in her white bassinet, sleeping peacefully. Derrick let his fingers rub softly over the picture for a moment before turning to the next page. "And there I am as a baby," he smiled at the picture. He was lying down in a crib, in soccer pajamas holding a toy soccer ball. "You were co cute!" Massie gushed over the picture. "You sound surprised, love," Derrick said, kissing her again. "Derrick, if you want to finish looking at the album, I suggest you stop that," Massie scolded.

Derrick rolled his eyes before flipping the pages again. "And that's you with Santa," Derrick chuckled at the picture. Massie was in a red velvet dress and lacy stockings. On her feet was a pair of glossy flats. "What's funny?" Massie demanded. "I was cute in this picture." "Look at your face," Derrick pointed. Massie began laughing too at the frown on her face. "And there's me," Derrick said. It was a picture of him in blue jeans and a red and white sweater, looking cute as ever.

Derrick continued looking through the album with Massie, their baby pictures eventually turning into toddler pictures and pictures from where they first started kindergarten. The photo album ended with them at their kindergarten graduations.

"Wow, we really were cute when we were younger," Massie sighed as he flipped the album closed. Derrick smiled at his wife and nodded in agreement.

She positioned her body so she could be facing Derrick. "So, what did you want to talk about?" she asked. Derrick sighed. After a few seconds, he finally said, "Do you know what took me so long to get here?" he asked her. Massie shrugged. "Practice took a lot of energy out of you so you decided to get pizza with the guys?" she guessed. Derrick shook his head.

"You know the older couple that lives a few floors down?" he asked. "They a have a five year old daughter named Penny?" "Oh," Massie said. "Mr. and Mrs. Barrett. I know who you're talking about." "You were at their house?" "No," Derrick said. "I got in the elevator with Penny and we rode up the whole apartment and down together five times with her imaginary friend Sweetie." Derrick smiled at the memory. "Oh," was all Massie could say. "Yeah, she reminded me of you when you were younger," Derrick said. Massie smiled.

Derrick sighed again. "Mass, we've been married for fifteen months." "So?" Massie asked. "Haven't you ever felt that something was missing from our lives?" Derrick questioned. Massie shook her head. "I have a wonderful life, wonderful friends, and a wonderful husband, there's nothing else I could ask for." Massie looked Derrick in the eye. "Derrick, what are you getting at?"

"When I was riding with Penny, I-I started thinking about children." He waited for Massie's response, but it never came. He rushed on. "I mean, you must have thought about having children since we've been married. It just seems right." "Mass?" Derrick asked when she still didn't respond. "So you want children?" Massie finally said. Derrick nodded.

"I know it's totally unfair that I would want you too carry a child in you for nine months and then have to go through labor and childbirth, but I really want a miniature Block, and you're the only way I can get one." Massie paused for a moment, thinking. "So you want a girl?" she asked softly, a smile playing on her lips.

Derrick nodded. "So whaddya say we give it a try?" he asked hopefully. "Well, conceiving most definitely will not be a problem," Massie said with a smirk. Derrick winked. "Glad to know that." "You really want to do this?" Massie asked. Derrick nodded. "More than you can imagine." "I'm glad you want to have children with me," Massie said. She leaned and gave him a kiss, which he wasted no time in deepening.

After three minutes, Massie pulled back and winked. "Later," she said. "Right now, it's time for dinner."

So there you have it. Please review with feedback. At least 7-10. Please? Do it for me. And right now, if you have baby name suggestions that'd go right with the last name Harrington (I'm not saying if it's going to be a boy or girl) please tell them to me. I'm sorta stumped with them.