Fourteenth chapter up. My longest chapter yet!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Meet the Robinson or The Incredibles.

N is for Names

Thump.

Wilbur Robinson looked up from the newspaper he was reading to see a large, yellow, book placed in front of him. Sighing, he folded up his newspaper and picked it up.

"What's this Vi?" He looked up at his wife. She glared down at him, but wasn't really holding any ground.

"The baby's due in two months and still you refuse to talk about names!" Violet threw her hands up in the air before crossing them again. Yes, Violet Robinson was indeed pregnant. They've been talking about having children a few months after they got married and now here they were two years later with their first child on the way. For the past few months, they spent their time getting ready for the baby's arrival. Hours were used setting up the nursery, going to parenting classes, checking up 'special' doctors, anything you could think of. There was still the one subject that never came up.

Names.

Of course, it did come up several times, but Wilbur always pushed it away when the topic came up. Now, she had him corner, though she wasn't doing a good job of it. Her arms were folded over her chest, which didn't really work well with her protruding stomach. Wilbur took note that she was swelling, well, everywhere! He looked up into her blue eyes and he couldn't help but smile. She was absolutely adorable! Her pout matched a three year old and the way she couldn't cross her arms over her chest just added to her cuteness.

"Why a book?" Wilbur waved the book in the air to empathize his point. "I think we could come up with better names that are in this book." Violet huffed before breaking down into tears. 'Not again!' Wilbur groaned inwardly as he quickly got up. Violet had never been very moody before. She kept her cool and didn't fuss over the small things. Unfortunately, pregnancies did tend to bring mood swings and Violet got a lot of them.

"Please don't cry." Wilbur begged as he got down on his knees to grab her hands. She was familiar with this line. He did use it every singletime.It wasn't her fault that she couldn't control her emotions. Swiftly, she wiped the tears off her face and sniffed.

"I'm fine." She replied with her voice reverting back to normal. "But, we really have to do this." She picked up the huge, yellow book and thrusted it back at him. He sighed, took the book from her hands, and got off the floor.

"Why a book Vi?" He asked again.

"Because," She sighed gently. "I can't really use a laptop with this in the way." Violet pointed to her protruding stomach. "And," She added. "I like this idea better." She looked up with him with her large blue eyes that she knew he could never resist.

"…. Fine." Wilbur threw himself onto the couch and opened the book. She joined him, shifting her body, trying to get comfortable. Putting her swollen feet on the coffee table in front of her, she leaned in close to Wilbur. He flipped through the pages randomly.

"How about we make a list?" Violet picked up a stray piece of paper on the table, or at least she tried to. She struggled to lean forward while Wilbur stared at her, trying to control a smile.

"I got it." He interrupted her ordeal. Wilbur pulled a pen from his pocket and gave both the pen and the paper to Violet.

"I could have done it." Violet pouted at her husband. Reluctantly, she accepted the paper and pen. He gave her one of his cocky grins. She stuck her tongue out at him before setting up the paper.

"Let's start with girl names." Her pen was poised at the top of the paper, waiting for suggestions. "You first."

"What about… Emma?" Wilbur threw out a name at her. It was as if every single name he ever knew just flew out the window. He watched as she tapped the pen against her chin.

"Hmm… okay." Violet replied as she wrote it down. "Let's see. How about Harper?" Wilbur responded with a twisted look on his face.

"Really?" He approached carefully.

"I guess not. Let me see that book." Violet reached over for the book, handing him the paper in return. She flipped through the girl section, looking for a name. "Maybe Grace?"

"It's better than Harper. I like it, but what if it's a boy?" Wilbur received a thwack on his head for his questions.

"Ow!" Wilbur clutched the back of his head.

"We'll get to that. Be patient." She glared at him.

"You and I both know that isn't going to happen. Anyway," Wilbur added. "I personally think that he's going to be a boy." He leaned back with his hands behind his head. She said nothing as she flipped to the boys' section.

"Then how about William?" Violet looked over her shoulder, only to see her husband dozing off. "WILBUR!" She threw the enormous book at his stomach.

"Umph!" Wilbur's eyes shot open as he doubled over in pain. "What was that for?!" He yelled at her, only to regret it. Tears filled her blue, round, eyes as she got up off the couch and walked to their room, slamming the door shut. He sighed before getting up and following her to their room. When he got there, Wilbur jiggled the knob, only to find out that the door was locked.

"Vi," Wilbur sighed again. "Let me in."

"No!" She sniffed. "Wilbur, how can we have a baby, if you don't care about him or her at all?!" Her irritated voice rang loud and clear through the door.

"I never sa-" He tried protesting back, only to get Violet yelling through the door again.

"You don't have to say it Wil! Every single time I try talking about names, you always roll your eyes and drag the conversation somewhere else!" Heavy footsteps walked towards the door and her voice got louder. "Why are we even having this baby?!"

He couldn't stand it anymore. Between the mood swings and the weird cravings she woke him up for, Wilbur was pissed off. She was acting so inconsiderate towards him. He was sick of it!

"I DON'T KNOW! WHEN DID YOU START ACTING LIKE A BITCH?" SLAM! The bedroom door swung open, revealing an enraged Violet.

"WHEN DID YOU START ACTING LIKE A JERK?" Steam was coming out of her ears and her face was turning a frightening shade of red. They both glare at each other. Him staring her down and she trying to size him up. Finally, he broke his gaze with her. Walking out of the hall, he went to the kitchen and started putting on his shoes.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" Violet questioned, tapping her foot angrily in the doorway.

"Anywhere, but here." Cold, hazel eyes glared back at her before heading to the door. Reaching for it, he could feel her body stiffen, her reaching of for him with a reluctant hand. For a moment he paused, then shook it off before slamming the door behind him. He lingered on the other side of the door, listening intently. It first came out muffled, but soon he could hear her loud and clear. Deep, gut-wrenching sobs could be heard through the door. He visualized her crumpling at the doorway, with her pulling at her long strands of her black-blue hair. There was a slight hesitation that was tugging on his heart strings. Then, he pushed them away and took the monorail to his old home.

His mother tried to convince him to go back to Violet. She told him that couples fought all the time and what they were experiencing was another bump in the road. Every time she tried to convince him to go back, he shook his head at her, glaring at the floor.

"You can't just leave her alone like this!" His mother placed her arms akimbo.

"Mom," Wilbur tried explaining to his mother for the hundredth time. Rubbing his temples, he continued forward. "I can't deal with it anymore. She's driving me insane." He could sense that his mother was going to give him another lecture. Instead, he heard someone else's voice answering.

"I got this Franny," Cornelius Robinson said to his wife, pushing her out of the room. A chair was pulled up next to Wilbur's. Two lanky legs could be seen coming from the sides of the back of the chair. "Now, whatever happened to Wilbur Robinson never fails?"

"Dad, you have to listen to me. She's go-"

"Tell me," Cornelius interrupted his son. "Why are you so against this whole naming thing?" His son stayed silent, staring down at the ground. "Look at me when I'm talking to you Wilbur Lewis Robinson." Shocked, Wilbur's body stiffened. It had been years since his father called him by his full name. Looking up at his father, Wilbur still remained silent. Again, for the second time that day, Wilbur was in another staring contest. And just like before, he broke it off first.

"I don't know." Wilbur replied looking to his right.

"You know, I think this is the first time I ever heard you say those words." His father chuckled lightly. "I think I know what this is all about." Hopeful eyes glanced back at the spectacled genius. They were filled with desperation with a hint of irritation.

"Well?" Wilbur asked after a few minutes of silence. "Are you going to tell me?" A few more seconds passed.

"It's scary, isn't it?" Cornelius asked his son. Slightly stunned, Wilbur let his father continue talking.

"I was the same way. Not to your extreme, but yes, still in denial."

"What if I mess up?" Wilbur was surprised to hear his own hoarse voice answering back.

"Every parent-to-be feels that way Wilbur. I felt that way, your mother felt that way, and even Grandpa Bud and Grandma Lucille felt the same. But look at us now," He poked his son in the middle of the chest with his index finger. "You've been doing just fine."

"I messed up big time, didn't I?" Wilbur buried his head in his hands. "Do you think she'll forgive me?"

"Yes. You are husband and wife, a bond stronger than no others. Like your mother said, all spouses go through challenges; you just got to prove who's stronger: you or the challenge. You're in this, for better, for worse." Cornelius again poked his son in the chest. "Go. You can't leave her alone. Especially not in her state of mind" Wilbur's head snapped up and glanced at the digital clock. It was getting late. Quickly, he got his jacket and was almost out the door. Once again he paused.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Thanks." Wilbur gave a weak, but genuine, smile at his father before walking out the door down to the monorail station.

It had been hours and all Violet had done was just sit down and lay forward in her chair until it became too uncomfortable to bear. An hour after Wilbur slammed the door; she had finally composed herself and got off from the floor. A pot of tea was placed on the stove and was drained minutes after it was done. She could have called her mother, but she wasn't in the mood to move. Her body ache, her eyes burned, and her heart were in pieces. Violet sunk in deeper into the recliner she was currently resting on. Playing with her strands of hair, she wondered how it got this bad.

Click.

Suddenly, she froze. Her hands stopped moving. Quickly (or at least she tried), she got up from the recliner, making sure she was quiet. Shuffling could be heard from the kitchen and a pair of keys hit the table. Taking light footsteps, Violet made her way over to the kitchen's doorway. There he stood, illuminated by the small glow coming from the microwave light. Instinctively, she grabbed her hair again, shrinking away from the light. At first, he didn't see her. He had just continued taking off his shoes and shuffled around the kitchen. But then he saw her. She was standing in the doorway like a lost child. Desperately he wanted to take her into his arms and apologize for everything. To tell her that he was wrong and that he never should had yelled at her.

But that wouldn't fix anything.

A stalemate hung in the air as they tried not to stare each other in the eye. Awkward silence hung in the air. Neither moved for the longest time. Each stood awkwardly in their places.

"I'm scared." His statement shocked her. Never had Wilbur Robinson ever admit that he was scared of anything. Finally, after much debating, she looked into his eyes. She saw how terrified he was, how those eyes that used to light up, were now filled with fear and unhappiness. Silence continued on, as if Wilbur never made his statement. Slowly he started to get irritated again, and that scared him. Whatever had become of his happy go-lucky attitude?

"I-" Violet stopped. She was startled by Wilbur's body visibly tensing up. "I- I'm scared too." Both acted stiffly towards each other's confessions. She placed her hands on her stomach, making small little circles on it with her index finger. He rubbed his foot against the back of his other leg.

"We've gotten through worse things before." He admitted to her. "And we have to stick with each other; for better or worse." Violet slowly nodded, her hair in front of her face waved. Pushing one side back, she took a deep breath before slowly making her way across the floor. Small steps were taken towards Wilbur. Finally, she stood directly in front of him, her belly slightly touching him.

"I'm scared." She repeated. "I don't want to lose you." Tears were choked back as she powered through her speech. "I- I need to know, Wilbur." Now gazing up at him with her watery blue eyes, she asked him the same question she asked before. "Why are we having this baby?" Silently he wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. Carefully, he brought her in. Violet hesitated at first, but then let her be collected in his arms. Faster, the tears flew down her face as she buried her face into his chest.

"We're having this baby because we are." Wilbur slowly explained to her. "I've been running away from this because I was scared."

"It's getting scary Wil," Violet spoke up, removing her face from his shirt. "Two months and we're going to be parents. How are we going to raise this child? We're like two kids ourselves." Gazing into his eyes, she looked for an answer. He pushed strands of her hair back behind her ears before replying.

"I know that it's going to be hard and at times absolutely terrifying, but we can get through this. You're not alone."

"But," She interrupted him again. "Lately that's all you've been making me feel. Like you're just here for the ride."

"Stop." He gently grabbed her face and brought his closer to hers. "I'm going to be here, always. I'm sorry that I haven't been very supportive, but I want this," He gestured to her stomach. "And us to work. We've been doing this for 2 years now. I'm your lawfully wedded husband," Wilbur began to recite. "To have and to hold," Violet took the next line:

"For better, for worse," Violet recited.

"For richer, for poorer," He rested his forehead on hers as he closed his eyes.

"In sickness and in health,"

They both took a deep breath before reciting the last line in unison:

"Till death do us part." Her hands intertwined with his and they stood in the silence, shaking lightly. Gently, he shook one of his hands out of her grip and rested it on her stomach.

"I love you, so much." Wilbur told her. Violet recognized him starting a game they hadn't played in forever.

"How much?" She whispered, playing along.

"More than all the stars in the sky." A small smile was bestowed on both faces.

"I love you even more." The grin spreading on her face.

"How much more?" He asked her, his own grin growing as well.

"More than the sun and the moon combined." Violet whispered back.

That night, they rekindle the love that was once forgotten. They knew that they could, and would, get through anything. And that's because there's no bond more powerful than between a husband and wife, especially with a child on the way.

Feedback Please?