Give me a second I,
I need to get my story straight.
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State.
My lover she's waiting for me just across the bar;
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar.

Fun. ft Janelle Monáe – We Are Young

June 2012 - Fifteen Weeks Pregnant

Wendell didn't think much of the red notebook when Carlie bought it one evening. However, a week after she had bought it Wendell decided to peek inside while Carlie was cooking and he got a bit of a shock. There was about twenty pages worth of lists ranging from names for both girls and boys and a to-do list. Most of the contents of the lists didn't bother him until he saw "look for a house".

"Wendell, what are you doing?" Carlie asked pushing a bowl of chilli in front of Wendell.

"What do you mean by 'look for a house'?" asked Wendell.

"I was going to suggest it to you, but I thought that with the baby coming, we could do with a bigger place."

"This apartment has three bedrooms. There is enough space for the four of us."

"It was a suggestion. I have not go to an estate agent behind your back." said Carlie firmly. "The idea was that we get a bigger place with a garden. I am not taking it seriously."

"You do know that I have to help with these decisions. You cannot just make them on your own."

"What are you angry about? The house?" asked Carlie.

"No."

"Then what is it because I cannot deal with you when you are in a mood?" asked Carlie. Wendell stay quiet and ate his chilli. "Fine."

She walked away from the breakfast bar and slammed the door as she walked into the bedroom. Wendell sighed and walked to the door. He knocked gently and opened the door. "Carls, are you okay?" He asked.

Carlie didn't respond. Wendell went over to the bed and put his hand on her shoulder. She shifted away from the touch and didn't look at him.

"Are you going to talk to me?" asked Wendell. She said nothing. "Are you going to be childish?"

Carlie turned her head and glared at Wendell. He sighed and grabbed a duvet from under the bed and went into the living room again.

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Wendell, having had a restless night on the sofa, walked tiredly into Cam's office to hand in his work on the most recent case, but he stopped when he heard Carlie's voice. He waited for about five minutes before she walked out but barely acknowledged Wendell. Once she was out of sight, Wendell walked into the office.

"Doctor Bray, have you finished the paperwork on the case?" asked Cam.

"Yeah." said Wendell rather fatigued.

"What's up? You seem to be a little tired."

"I got couched last night." said Wendell.

"Why? Did you and Carlie have a fight?"

"I wouldn't call it a fight but it was a heated discussion. Carls bought this notebook and I read some of it. There are a bunch of lists and on one of them she wrote 'look for a house'. I asked her about it and she said that is was a suggestion and I said that she cannot do all the decisions without me especially since we are having a baby. She asked me why I am annoyed and I did not answer her." said Wendell.

"Wendell, you have to remember that this is not her first pregnancy. She knows what to expect. However, she was seventeen so she hasn't experienced what it was like to make decisions with another person." said Cam. "I know that this is new for you but you need to tell her why you are annoyed at her suggestion of looking or a new house. At the end of the day, you are both in this together and you both need to compromise."

"She won't talk to me though. I tried to talk to her last night and I ended up on the couch."

"Maybe you need to tell her what you were annoyed at. I think that the breakdown in communication that caused her to be angry with you." said Cam.

Wendell looked into his wallet and found the twelve-week scan of their baby. He had to get her to talk to him and they needed to reach a compromise. Not just for their relationship but for Will and the baby as well.

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Later that day, Carlie was reading a pregnancy book on the sofa when Wendell sat down next to her with a black notebook.

"Carls, I'm sorry I got annoyed last night. I just wished that you would have discussed the idea of looking for a new place with me before you wrote it down. It just made it seem as though you had decided." said Wendell.

Carlie looked up from her book a moment and then put it on the coffee table. She moved over to him and placed her head under his chin. She said, "I'm sorry if I was acting childish. I just got frustrated with you not talking to me about why you were bothered about me suggesting that we look for a house."

"I guess it is because this is the first place I had after living with my mother for most of my life. I don't know why Vincent and I decided to rent a three bedroom apartment but I guess it was a sign." said Wendell wrapping his arm around Carlie's waist and felt the small bump that had formed.

"I thought you didn't believe in fate."

Wendell smiled and said, "I thought I did until I met you."

Carlie smiled and kissed him gently on the lips. When she let go, she asked, "What is in the book?"

"I thought that I would do my own lists. Then we can compare and see what we can compromise on."

"That sounds like a good idea." said Carlie. "However, another good idea would be for you to get reacquainted with our bed because I don't think the sofa is comfortable to sleep on."

"I like that idea." said Wendell lifting himself from the sofa and then picked Carlie up bridal style. "Whoa."

"I am getting heavy for you?"

"No." said Wendell.

"Whoa." said Carlie suddenly.

"What?"

"I think the baby moved."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it was like little butterflies. This is really cool."

"Do you want me to put you down? I cannot really feel it while I have my arms under your legs and armpits."

"As soon as you get to the bed Doctor Bray."