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Papa Don't Preach

Chapter 10

"Pickles and Ice Cream"

7 1/2 months along.

Beth's POV:

I lay on the couch, with my feet sprawled across Josh's lap. On the coffee table, there were probably three baby name books.

"What do you think about the name Samantha?" he offered.

"Blah!" I exclaimed, sticking my tongue out, and my finger towards the inside of my mouth. "You know, Kendra almost named her dog Samantha. That is no name for a baby." I hissed.

"So, that would be a negative for the name Sammy?" he asked.

"Most definitely so." I responded.

"Amid?" he asked.

"Isn't that a preposition?" I asked. He sighed.

"Lilly?" he pondered.

"Umm... Nah. I hated Hannah Montana as a kid. She's just so stuck up..." I complained.

"Lila?" he said finally, frustration apparent in his voice. "It's Spanish for Lilac." I put my finger up to my chin, wondering.

"Lila Vasell-Hudson." I smiled. "I like it."

"Hudson?" Josh asked me.

"Yes, Hudson- It's a name worthy only of some of the most important people in my life. A name that I'd want my child to carry with pride." I said firmly.

"Then it's decided," he said happily. "Lila Renee Vasell-Hudson."

Rachel and Finn walked in to the room. Rachel handed Josh and I a bowl of ice-cream. Finn had a grilled cheese in hand. He was rambling on about how he had a holy experience one time in high-school that had to do with a grilled cheese sandwich. I noticed that he had two pickles on his plate. I immediately wanted some.

"Finn," I said, fluttering my eyebrows. "Can I have a pickle, please?" Finn, without question, handed it over. I smiled, pleased. I took the pickle and dipped it into my ice cream. I then ate it. It was delicious.

"Mmm..." I sighed.

"Dude," Finn huffed, grossed out. "I wouldn't have given you the pickle if I knew you'd eat it with ice cream..."

"Don't judge me." I said, my voice getting higher towards the end.

"Finn," Rachel began to explain. "Leave her. Pregnancy cravings are insane... Or so, I've read anyways."

Finn Hudson's POV

"I'm gonna go get pickles." Beth said, smiling like mad as she walked off to the kitchen.

"So..." Rach began "Lila Renee Vasell-Hudson?" I looked at her. Did Beth already tell her the baby's name, and not me? Josh had a weird expression on his face.

"So, you heard?" he said, smiling.

"These ears never miss a thing!" Rachel announced proudly.

"Why 'Hudson'?" I asked, still confused.

"Beth said it was because it was a name worthy only of some of the most important people of her life-One that she'd want our child to carry with pride." he announced. The thought that Beth thought we were so important, that she'd name a kid after me and Rachel tickled my insides, and made me feel special. We suddenly all heard a scream coming from the kitchen. I practically sped to the kitchen. Beth was squealing, jumping up and down, broken glass and pickle juice (the remains of the pickle jar) were spread all across the kitchen floor.

"The baby!" she squealed, bobbing up and down. Oh god. I thought. Did her water break, and is now unnoticeable 'cause it's mixed in with the pickle juice?

Rachel looked at me with a look that screamed, "What do we do?" I shrugged, scared. Rachel spoke up.

"Honey, did your water break?" she asked.

"No! The baby! It's kicking for the first time in months!" she shrieked. Rachel and I both let out a sigh of relief. Beth carefully tip-toed around the glass and grabbed my hand, putting it on her rotund belly. I gasped, feeling something bump against my hand. I had only felt that one time before with Rachel... She pushed my hand away and grabbed Rachel's, repeating the process. Was Rachel alright? Even though she had long since moved, I could still feel that baby's touch. I looked at Josh. He stood next to Beth proudly. I couldn't help but think about what things would've been like if I had never crashed, and killed my baby. I forced myself to push away those thoughts, and focus on the present.

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