A/N: This is it, friends. The last Penguin drabble. Enjoy!

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angellwings

Every Penguin Has a Song

By angellwings

Nora

Summer 2020

Nate stepped out of the SUV once they reached home and quickly walked around the car to help Ella out. He opened her door and held out a hand to help her down. Her baby bump was out the door before she was. He helped her carefully step down and she huffed once her feet were on the ground.

"Can we take my car next time we go to the doctor?" Ella asked. "I hate getting out of this thing now. I feel like I'm going to topple over every time."

Nate laughed and nodded. "Sure, if it'll make you more comfortable."

"Thank you," Ella said as they made their way to their door. As soon as the door was open Ella stepped through and kicked off her shoes. "Ugh, I miss being able to wear my heels. Stupid sensitive pregnant feet."

"Someone's in a bad pregnant lady mood," Nate said with a smirk.

"Pregnancy is not all glowy and beautiful like people make you think, you know. My back hurts, my feet are swelling, I'm hungry and then sick all the time, and everybody treats me like I'm made of glass and going to shatter at any moment."

"You know, I thought we were going to celebrate that we're having a little girl in four months when we got home. Wasn't that the plan?" Nate asked in amusement as he grabbed a lemonade out of the fridge and then handed it to Ella.

"And then I got hot and uncomfortable in the car on the way home," Ella muttered. "Sort of killed my non-alcoholic buzz."

Nate sat down beside of her and then pulled her feet into his lap. The minute he started to massage her feet she groaned loudly.

"Oh, that's amazing. You're amazing," Ella said as she slouched back on the couch.

He smiled warmly at her as she opened her lemonade and took a sip. Her cheeks were flushed from feeling overheated in the car and she looked exhausted, but the more he massaged her feet and the more she drank of her lemonade the more comfortable she became. Her eyes finally landed on his and she smiled brightly.

"We're having a little girl," Ella said as the excitement hit her again. "I get to buy little dresses and princess things and little soft pink bibs. Oh, I can't wait to register for shower gifts."

"People are going to start asking if we've talked about names now," Nate said with a chuckle.

"Start?" Ella asked sarcastically. "Mitchie and Peggy have been asking me once a day since we told everyone I was pregnant."

"Then maybe we should talk about names? So you'll have something to tell them and they can stop asking," Nate said with a grin.

Ella bit her bottom lip. "Well, I actually have one in mind already."

"You do?" Nate asked curiously. "Let me hear it."

"I really like the name Nora," Ella suggested as she continued to bite her bottom lip. "I was hoping we could use it."

Nate smiled softly at his pregnant wife. "Nora Gray. I love it."

"I thought it would be a nice way to remember Eleanor," Ella said with a small smile.

Nate kissed her hand softly. "It's perfect, Ella. I think that's the winner."

"Good," Ella said with a contented sigh. "Any ideas for the middle name?"

"Well, my grandmother's name was Lucille," Nate suggested.

"Hm, Nora Lucille Gray," Ella said slowly. She smiled and nodded. "I like it. It sort of sounds like something out of a fairy tale."

Nate released Ella's foot and then leaned toward her pregnant belly. He lifted up her shirt so he could see her stomach and placed a kiss on the very top of the bump. "Nora Lucille Gray, you've got a lot of people out here who are very anxious to meet you. And even more who are going to be completely in love with you." He paused for a minute before he added urgently. "Just don't be too early."

"Or too late," Ella added in a pleading tone. "But then again, considering your father I'm sure you'll be extremely prompt."

Nate rolled his eyes and smirked dryly at his wife. "Funny."

She laughed softly. "I thought so."