"Damon…Damon, quit it…" Sam moaned sleepily as the blonde began kissing her neck. "I have a condition," she cradled her steadily swelling stomach. "And it's late," she whined, burying her face in her pillow to conceal her grin.

"Yeah, yeah…" Baird muttered, ignoring her complaints. He stroked her arms playfully as Sam nudged him away.

"We're meeting Anya and Marcus tomorrow," she yawned. "Cole and Claire too, remember?" She hugged her pillow closer. "Go to sleep…" she grumbled before Baird tickled her neck, causing her to scrunch into a ball, letting out a hushed squeal. The brunette rolled over to face him.

"You're unbelievable," she chuckled with mock disgust.

"Oops" Baird said in reply as he leaned over her with his signature smart-ass grin. She glared at him as he shrugged innocently before he kissed her lips gently. Sam made sure to roll her eyes as she returned the kiss.

After pulling back, Baird began massaging Sam's shoulders and back and the brunette let out a soft sigh.

"That's better," she breathed, settling into the warm blankets. Baird chuckled as he worked his strong hands into her shoulder muscles. Sam moaned softly, smiling as the tension left her body. He'd become something of a master masseuse during her pregnancy, knowing all the right places to make her tired body feel better, namely her back, which was aching more often in recent days.

"Damon?" Sam spoke after a while, her voice a whisper as she gazed out the window.

"Hmm?" Baird mumbled, focused on the task at hand.

"I was thinking, maybe we should start discussing names for the baby."

She turned her head to glance at her husband, who'd finished her massage and reached for her hand. He rubbed it in his before kissing it. "What did you have in mind?"

Sam turned her body to face him once more. "Well," she began, suddenly more awake. Baird took notice of this and leaned in to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Sam smirked, but continued. "I know we don't know what it's going to be yet," she placed a hand on her bump involuntarily, as she always did whenever anyone mentioned their baby. "So I thought of a few names for boys and girls." Baird silently told her he was all ears as he gently petted her stomach.

"How about Sophia?" she asked.

"I like that," Baird replied, clearly distracted as he stroked her hair.

"Well, how about Miranda?" Sam asked, refusing to give up.

"That's pretty," Baird muttered, "but what if it's a boy?"

Sam thought for a moment, thankful he was at least attempting to contribute to the conversation. "Well, I like Jonathan…" she squinted as she spoke. "What about you?" Sam asked, waiting for input. Baird was silent for two seconds before "Damon Jr." pasted his lips.

"Really? How long did it take you to come up with that?" Sam asked flatly, her voice dripping with sarcasm despite her smile. Baird raised his eyebrows, grinning.

"What? It's a handsome name. Sounds intelligent too. Fits me pretty well, that's for sure."

Sam patted his hand. "I think you're giving yourself a little too much credit darling," she whispered sweetly as Baird arched a brow, pretending to be wounded. "I just think we should come up with unique names, that's all," she added genuinely.

"Fine," he mumbled, still wearing his playful pout.

"What if it's a girl?" Sam spoke again. "You haven't given me any suggestions yet."

Baird thought for a moment before cracking a smile. "Samantha Jr."

"Oh come on, you're not even trying!" Sam cried, trying to sound angry as she punched his arm. "That doesn't even make sense." She elbowed him in the ribs as he giggled at his own joke. "It's not funny…"

"Ok, ok." Baird tried to be serious. "So no Sam Jr.?"

Sam shook her head.

"And no Damon Jr.?"

"I'll think about it" Sam's sarcasm was clear.

"Well, I'm all out of ideas then," Baird said finally, doing all he could to look stumped.

Sam laughed, shaking her head against the pillows as she resigned herself to the fact that she wasn't going to get anywhere tonight. It bothered her a bit when Baird avoided the baby topics, which he tended to do more often as of late, but decided to leave it alone. He probably doesn't mean anything by it, she'd thought to herself. He just likes being a pain in the ass.

"I'm telling you though, I think Damon Jr. is a winner," Baird spoke up, interrupting Sam's thoughts.

"Lets just keep an opened mind, ok? Besides," Sam moved in closer to him. "I like calling you Damon." She stroked his cheek, tracing the curve of his jaw with her fingertips. "Only you."

"Well, I am one of a kind, aren't I?" He said with a smirk, once again managing to flatter himself. But Sam let him have his fun.

"That's why I love you," she replied genuinely, her voice a soft whisper. Baird smiled, wrapping his arm around Sam as she leaned in for a kiss.

Yay, an update! :D I'll explain more about Claire and the others in further chapters.