At Lorna's next doctor's appointment, they learned they were having a girl. Nicky was completely relieved. "Oh thank God! I don't know what the fuck I would've done with a guy in the house."
Once they knew that the baby was a girl, they figured they could start to talk about names. They had no idea what a huge process that would end up being.
"Maria?"
"No"
"Anita?"
"Kid, stop naming West Side Story characters. We're not naming our baby after a character from a musical"
"Fine what are some of your ideas"
"Well I was thinking we could name her after someone famous, ya know. Like Beyonce."
"You wanna name our baby Beyonce?"
"Yeah don't you see the genius in that? It's like she's already set up to be famous. If anyone meets a person names Beyonce they automatically think 'oh this person must be talented'."
"You're just fucking with me right?"
"No I was serious, but clearly you don't like that idea then."
"No absolutely not."
"Okay then I guess it's back to the drawing board."
Nicky and Morello had been trying to agree on a baby names all week. It was even worse than the whole sperm donor debacle because the sperm donors were at least a set group of guys they had to choose from. In the case of baby names, the choices were endless
When they finally did come up with a name, it happened in the weirdest way. They weren't trying to come up with ideas or anything, they were just out to dinner.
"Hi, my name is Sophie and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I take your order?"
"Sophie!" they immediately both exclaimed as they looked at each other.
"Yes. Can I take your order?" Their waitress repeated, so confused about what was happening.
"Oh, um no thanks, Sophie. We're still looking at the menu for now"
The second the waitress walked away, Lorna and Nicky immediately started laughing. They had just named their baby and freaked out their waitress all in one. Job well done.
