As I walk in the room I see my beautiful wife holding my brand new baby boy.
"Philby, what should we name him?" Willa asks me.
"Pickles" I suggest half asleep and wanting pickles.
"We are not naming our child after a food." She tells me in her serious tone.
"Oh, okay then" I tell slightly saddened.
"Any other suggestions?" She asks. The precious little boy starts to wake up.
"Oh, I got one. It's good I promise" I tell her excitedly.
"Kayzies, what is it?" She questions.
"It's... Pickle jar!" I exclaim. Her expression turns mad.
"NO" She shouts at me. I slowly back up slightly. She may scare me a little when she is mad.
"If you want a pickle that bad go eat one, but you need to come back quickly. Our son still needs a name" She tells me. I rush out the door.
"Finn, come here I want your pickle" I shout into the hallway.
"Not what I meant Philby, and since when are you gay?" She asks incredulously.
"Well, i'm not really. I just like Finn's pickle. Every else's are just gross and weird." I tell her truthfully.
"You wanted to name our child after Finn's..." She trails off. I just nod enthusiastically.
"Come on Finn lets go" I tell him as I start to walk out of the room.
"Don't go" Willa demands. I turn around to face her. Her hand nonchalantly reaches under the mattress and pulls out a gun. She points it at me.
"Willa, why are you holding our son and a gun?" I question.
"Because I am." She states. She is staring to sound demented. I slowly back up towards the door.
"How did you get a gun into the hospital?" I ask her.
"I'm magic" She laughs. It almost sounds evil.
"Finn run!" I shout before sprinting out the door. He is right behind me. He looks absolutely terrified.
I can faintly hear Amanda running after us. I run across the street dodging traffic. Finn follows my lead. I hear a screech and slow down. As I turn around I see a bus. On the ground Amanda lays in front of it. So she got hit with a bus, interesting. The bus driver pushes a button and he grabs a shovel. We just stare at him in awe. He picks the body up and moves it to a bin in the back of the bus. That's not creepy at all. I bet he keeps the dead bodies. I don't even wanna know what he does to them.
"What, it's only like the third person this month" He says.
"How many did you hit last month?" Finn asks the strange man.
"Um, well one, two, three, oh four, then there were those twins which is six, do dogs count too cause I hit a few of those." He says. He doesn't seem to care.
"why do you keep hitting people? Are you even qualified to drive a bus?" I question
"Shh... Don't tell my boss but i'm kind of blind. We should be lucky more haven't been killed." He says in a hushed voice. Finn looks scared.
"Let's go Finn" I tell him.
"Kayzies" He tells me. With that we walk away.
Years later me and Willa got divorced, our son was named Ryder Andrew. Me and Finn saw each other but it was never serious. I ended up getting remarried to a mentally stable person. Who didn't try to shoot me when I suggested naming our kid pickle. That's how our baby girl got her name. Pickle Charlotte Philby. When we say her name in public people give us weird looks, it's funny.
We don't own Kingdom Keepers, we wish we did but we don't :( So this was interesting right? Tell us what you think in the reviews. Thanks for reading, our future stories won't be as weird. Unless you want them to be weird, then we could make them weird. Sp thanks for reading, review, and I can't think of pickles the same. Is it that way for you? If we have ruined pickles for you then review.
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Cali and Vega
If you haven't notice I vega am slightly strange. It's under control though so don't worry.
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