Mom, dad and baby
James/OC
Romance and Family
Rated T

A/N: I finally updated.

Enjoy

Chapter 2 - Date Night
APOV
I woke up to James talking to my 2 month pregnant stomach. I giggled. He looked up and smiled.

"How long have you been up?" I asked.

"Half an hour."

"You've been talking to our baby the whole time?" I raised an eyebrow.

"More or less," he shrugged.

I shook my head. He's so going to spoil our baby. I don't have any objections to that.

He crawled back up to me and kissed me then got out of bed. I ogled his backside. I love what I'm seeing.

So far I don't have any crazy cravings and I sleep through the night. I don't have any morning sickness. Every pregnancy is different.

I looked at the foot of the bed and saw Fox curled up in a ball. I couldn't help but take a picture of him. He was just too cute for words. I got out of bed to see what James is cooking for breakfast.

I made my way downstairs and stopped when I reached it. I couldn't help but giggle at what I saw. James had Pandora Internet radio blasting through the stereo and it was on the Imagine Dragons station and was dancing to whatever song was playing. I took a quick vine and tweeted with the caption: James dancing while making breakfast.

He's such a goofball. He made a turn around and saw I was watching. He grinned and turned it down.

"Don't stop on my account."

"I needed to focus on making this omelet for you."

I nodded and sat at the bar. He handed me a glass of orange juice. I sipped and watched him finish putting together the rest of the omelet. He grabbed a plate and a fork then put the omelet on the plate and handed it to me.

He made his own omelet then we ate together. After we ate we cuddled on the couch watching TV. James went to the gym and the studio then we're going on a date to a nice restaurant.

Later that night

"James," I called.

I was standing in our walk-in closet trying to decided what to wear for our date. He came in and looked at me in question.

"I can't find anything to wear." I pouted.

He chuckled and picked out a black strapless maxi dress.

"We should show off your pregnant stomach to the world." He said, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

I smiled. I got the perfect accessories for the dress. I took a shower. I combed my hair, put a black headband on. I slipped my black wedges on and I applied clear lip gloss. Now I was good to go.

I stepped downstairs and twirled around. He whistled.

"Wow. I just, wow. You're beautiful." He grinned.

"Glad you think so," I giggled.

We kissed.

"Shall we enjoy our date night?" He held out his arm.

"We shall," I slipped my arm through.

At the restaurant

We walked up to the hostess. The hostess smiled.

"Reservation for Maslow."

"Right this way."

The hostess led us to a secluded spot.

"Your server will be right with you. Enjoy your evening,"

The hostess walked away. James took my chair out like a gentleman. (A/N: he seems the type and in this story let's pretend they aren't married or engaged.) I smiled and sat down. We looked at the menu and tried to decided what we want.

Just then our server came up.

"Welcome to Coach, I'm Lauren. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"Two waters," James ordered.

"I'll be right back." She walked away.

I'm feeling that burger and the baby agrees with me.

"Did you decide what you wanted to eat?" He asked.

"I'm thinking I'm going to have that Pierre burger, without onions."

"Thought you would have a salad,"

"James, how long have we been together?"

"Six years,"

"That's right. I don't do saladas on dates. You should know that by now. Whoever thinks a salad is adequate dinner for a date is out of their mind. I will eat what I want to eat. That's all I'm gonna say on the matter," I ranted.

He nodded then lifted hy hand to his lips and kissed said hand. I giggled and blushed. Laurned came and set down our waters. We ordered our food and chatted.

"I never asked you this but what does your shoulder panther mean?"

"The panther is you and you're the one who tried and succeeded to getting to my heart. That's also the reason why I have the barbed wire with the rose on top of my heart. Our kids' foot frints and birthdates are going up a trail on my back." I explained to him.

"How many kids do you want?"

"Two or three."

"Do you have any names in mind?"

"I have two for a girl and one for a boy."

"I wanna know,"

Just then our food arrived. We dug in. This burger is so good.

"For the girls: Shadow Rayne and Mystic Nayeli. For the boy: Tommy Alexander."

"Cute names."

"I didn't want to be unoriginal. I've always wanted to have my kids' names be different."

"What does Nayeli mean?"

"It means I love you in Native American." (A/N: I forgot the name and I'm too lazy to search for it. I found out the name but it's on Nayeli by That's Why Fireflies Flash.)

He nodded. We went back to eating and talking about nonsense. After we ate, we ordered dessert.

"I brought you out here to ask you a question."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Well?"

He got down on on knee and pulled out a velvet box. He opened the box and inside was a really simple ring that I couldn't help but gasp at.

"Ashley, you're the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I can't see myself without you in it. Not to mention, you're the mother of my unborn child. I would be extremely honored if you agree to marrying me." He said.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you." I grinned and started crying.

He slipped the ring on my finger and stood up. We kised. We heard clapping and smiled at the other people.

(A/N: ring and clothes on my profile.)

We sat back down and the waitress delievered our dessert.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you so much."

We enjoyed our dessert. She came back with the check. She congratulated us again. James paid and left a tip. We left the restaurant.

"How did you hide that?"

"I had Matt hide it for me."

"Impressive."

"Ready to go?"

"I'm ready."

We went home and relaxed. We admired the ring for awhile then we fell asleep a newly engaged couple.

A/N: how was that? This is my first Rated T story. I wanna name my kids those names. I wanna be original.

-Cola Marie Maslow