"Danny!"
"Danny?"
"Yeah, Danny! That's what the kid needs to be called!"
"I am not naming my child after you Danny!" Stacie exclaimed, laughing at his request of Danny.
"Alright what about Danielle?" suggested Ash
"No! I don't want a Daniel, Danielle, or a Stacie!" Stacie exclaimed.
"What about something British?" Mickey asked "Like, Jessica?"
"Too posh…..way too posh." Danny fumed. "I don't see the problem with Danny myself……."
"No Danny. End of Danny discussion."
"What about…Summer?" Ash came up with.
"Too…prissy." Danny argued
"Amy?" Billy thought
"Hey guys! Who says it's gonna be a girl anyway?" Everyone laughed.
Danny wanted a proper lad's lad, who he could kick a ball about with, and rugby tackle, and teach about the tricks with the ladies. Stacie wanted a little girl to teach how to flirt, and to dress up in cute little dresses, and to become streetwise, much like her.
"Alright-Apple. If it's good enough for Chris Martin it's good enough for you Danny." Mickey said
"Or Billy for a boy?" Billy hoped
"What about…..here it comes……Stan." Ash said.
Everyone went silent.
When she'd recovered her speech Stacie exclaimed "Stan?!"
"Yeah, Stan for a boy. It's Dan and Stace put together. Cool eh?"
"No, Ash, not cool."
"Well you need a name in 2 months."
Ash was right. Stacey was now seven months pregnant and the size of a whale with it. All cons were put on hold, until the baby was born. It was made sure that Stacie had someone with her at all times, in case she went into premature labour. Danny couldn't wait, but Stacie of course, could.
"I'm gonna be in agony you know? Danny, how can you be excited? It's gonna be hell for me! You just sit outside looking pretty; I do all the hard work!" Stacie had angrily told a smug Danny when he asked if she knew exactly how pregnant she was.
Later that night, when everyone had gone to bed, and Stacey was alone with Mickey, they started the name conversation again. Stacey snuggled up to Mickey.
"You know what Micks? If it's a boy, I've got a name." Stacie told him, happily, and with a touch of tiredness in her voice.
Mickey looked puzzled. "I thought you had no idea."
"That's what I told Danny. There's a difference." Stacie replied with a smile on her face.
"So what is it then?"
Stacie inhaled
"Albert Michael." She said.
Mickey looked at the woman under his armpit.
"Really, Stace?"
"Yeah, really. I owe Albert and you so much you know. I just wanted to show you that I appreciate all that you do for me. Whether Danny argues or not, my baby boy will be Albert Michael."
"So you still have no idea about a girl?" Mickey asked.
"Oh I do. But I don't think the man in question will be too pleased." Stacie replied with a grin on her face. Mickey looked at her questioningly.
"Ashley."
Mickey fell about laughing
"Oh Stacie!"