"Babe, do you know where the pickles are?" Andy was already holding the tub of vanilla ice cream she'd hoarded in the back of the freezer. Her spoon at the ready she was obviously already thinking of dunking said pickle into the ice cream. Miranda refused to eat from the same tub purely for this very reason. Since the first month of pregnancy Andy had been having the strangest of cravings and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stomach them.
It had started with the pizza with mustard, peanut butter and salami, then came the strawberry yoghurt with hummus, olives and sardines and now there was this. Either way her 7 month pregnant wife was doing perfect growing their baby inside her. Miranda loved every second of it. She handed her the pickles watching her devour her snack like a malnourished baby bird. It should be disgusting, but it truly wasn't.
"Have you thought more about what we should call him?" Andy had been against being told the baby's sex at first, however eventually she had excitedly told Miranda that she "needed" to know. They placed bets between them as to what sex the baby would be. Miranda had been certain Andy was carrying a girl however Andy in the end had been right and he was indeed a boy.
"I'm still unsure, should we go with the same letter as the girls for his name or something different?"
"Something different Darling, we don't want him to feel compared."
"True, how about Isaac?" Andy watched as Miranda mulled it over before reminding her that it was the same name as her Uncle and if the girls weren't named after someone neither should he.
"Jason?"
"No, no Mir that reminds me of the school bully." They both thought for a while before finally. "Spencer? I mean you said you liked the new line from that up and coming designer Spencer… somebody and I mean, there's literally nobody I know who is called that so it's unique… ri." She was cut off by a swift kiss.
"You were rambling Darling, so you like the name Spencer?" She gets a nod in reply. "What do we think the middle name should be?" Andy points to Miranda suggesting she should pick their son's middle name. "How does James sound to you? Spencer James Sachs-Priestly?" They both grin and nod before Miranda kneels down in front of her spouse, talking to the noticeable bump with both hands cradling him. "Well hello my Darling boy how do you feel about it huh? Spencer would you like that?" They both feel as he moves slightly in response to the familiar voice of his mother.
"Looks like that's a yes Mir'".
"Come on love it's time for bed, you look exhausted." A pale hand was extended out as Miranda guided her love back to their bedroom.
Andy, still holding the carton of ice cream followed, allowing her lover to slowly draw a bath and then undress her.
"Are we keeping this with you for a snack or shall I bin it?" she sniggered as this triggered Andy to dunk another pickle into the tub and pull a satisfied smirk as she crunched into it. "I'll take that as a YES then."
They slid into the bath, Miranda going in first so that Andy could lean against her and sighed as the hot water soothed aching joints. Soon the ice cream was forgotten as Andy rested against soft skin feeling the warmth of both the water and the body against her.
"Remind me again why I thought this bath was too big to begin with?"
"You said it was "ostentatious"
"I take it back, god I've not felt this good all day." The pale arms wrapping around her helped her feel grounded and safe, she'd been anxious about the baby whilst Miranda had been working and she'd been unsure what to do about it. "I always feel safest when I'm with you."
"And I you, love. What's the matter?" Andy had always been easy to read, she hadn't grown in an environment where you needed to protect your feelings, lest they be hurt.
"I'm scared Mira." She could feel Andy lean further into their embrace, almost folding in on herself.
"Of what love?"
"I'm scared I can't protect him, I'm scared of doing anything wrong that might hurt him."
"We can't protect him from everything or predict the future, but I promise you at the moment you're doing everything right for him and together we will work out the rest." She felt the nod against her shoulder before she recognised the tell-tale signs of her wife starting to drift off to sleep. "Oh no, none of that, come on let's get to bed."
It was only once they were wrapped up in bed with a grand total of 12 pillows (10 for Andy, 2 for Miranda) that she allowed herself to worry. What if for all the power and money that she had Miranda couldn't keep her family safe? That thought made her hold her wife tighter. She'd do everything she could to protect them.