Give me more picking out baby names, painting nurseries, and cradling their children.

"Stacey?"

"No. Carl?"

"God, no."

"Beth?"

"Hmm. Sam?"

"…Yeah, maybe."

They share a brief smile before turning back to their respective walls. They are in the newly thought of nursery in their home, painting it a cheery yellow while trading baby names back and forth, Red throwing out girl names and Liz brainstorming boy names. It's mostly for fun, seeing who can come up with the worst ones, but lately they've gathered some serious possibilities.

And she has a feeling Sam was just added to the list.

Liz dips her paint roller in the tray of paint and lifts it back up to the wall with a slight groan, her baby bump, now six months big, getting in her way a little.

"Are you sure you should be doing this, Lizzie?"

"Yes, Raymond, I'm fine, thank you," she smiles at him over her shoulder. She loves him for asking and she knows he'll only be doing it more in the coming weeks. It's wonderful. "Hey, where do you think the rocker should go?"

"Hmm," Red hums, coming over to dip his brush in the paint tray, dropping a kiss on her shoulder as he passes by. "Maybe in the corner next to the window?"

"Yeah," Liz smiles, thinking about it, imagining Red holding their baby in his arms, rocking them to sleep, tucked in the corner of the room, maybe humming or talking to them, the baby squirming gently in his arms, their big blue eyes staring up at him adoringly. Her heart swells at the image. "Yeah, I like that."

(It's perfect.)

"Hey, how about Agnes?"

(Completely perfect.)

"Let's add it to the list."