Chapter 8

Quinn woke up in her bed next to Clay.

"Clay?" Quinn asked. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," Clay said groggily.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," Quinn said.

"It's okay," Clay said. "What time is it?"

Quinn looked at the clock.

"It's 6:30," Quinn said.

"We should think of more possible baby names," Clay said.

"Okay," Quinn said. "Let's add Keri to the list."

"We have 3 forms of that name," Clay said. "With a C, with a K, and like Kerry Washington."

"Keri like Keri Russell," Quinn said.

"I have a name suggestion," Clay said. "Violet."

"I like that name," Quinn said. "And Mary."

"Torrey," Clay said.

"Andrea," Quinn said.

Clay got out his phone.

"Juniper," Clay said.

"Juniper?" Quinn asked.

"That is a name," Clay said showing Quinn his phone.

"There's Rose," Quinn said.

"I like Rose," Clay said.

"Do you want to name our daughter Rose?" Quinn asked.

"Yes," Clay said. "I love the sound of that. Rose Evans."

"Our name decision is done," Quinn said.

"And I'm going back to sleep," Clay said.

Clay began to fall asleep.

"I just realized something," Quinn said. "We haven't come up with middle names yet."

"Bud," Clay said.

"Rose Bud Evans?" Quinn asked. "Do we want her to be made fun of?"

"I just want to sleep," Clay moaned.

"Okay," Quinn said.

"Thank you," Clay said closing his eyes.

Quinn began to cry.

"You don't care about our daughter!" Quinn sobbed.

"Please don't cry," Clay said.

"Did you just tell a pregnant woman with raging hormones not to cry?" Quinn sobbed. "You jerk!"

Quinn hit Clay with a pillow.

"Why?" Clay asked.

"I want you to hurt like I do!" Quinn screamed.

Quinn gasped.

"I'm sorry," Quinn said.

"If this is what your hormones are like now, what will they be like throughout the pregnancy?" Clay asked.

"I don't know," Quinn said. "I'm scared."

"It's going to be okay," Clay assured his wife.

"Says you!" Quinn shouted. "You don't have 2 babies growing in your uterus!"

"Well I'm a guy and I don't have a uterus," Clay said.

"Sorry," Quinn said. "Hormones again."

Clay gave his wife a kiss.

"I love you," Clay said.

"I love you too," Quinn said. "Now let's go back to sleep."

"Okay," Clay said.

Clay held his wife tightly and closed his eyes.

"Hey," Quinn said. "Maybe Rose's middle name could be Lea. Or Shirley. Oh, or maybe Candace."

Clay moaned and got up.

"Where are you going?" Quinn asked.

"To make coffee," Clay said.

"Can you heat me up a donut while you're at it?" Quinn asked.

"Of course," Clay said. "Anything for you."