Chapter: The Name

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"Once again, it's silent."

"They attack then hide, attack then hide." Tig slammed his beer down on the kitchen table.

"We should seek them out." Happy glanced away from Tig to stare at Chibs.

Anabelle walked over with a bowl contained salsa and a bag of tortilla chips. She set those items down on the table then took away the empty beer bottles that sat around. Chibs watched her the whole time, reaching out to gently brush his hand across her lower back as she walked by.

"We need to figure out who to talk to. Maybe call Nero to get him to chat with some of his buddies." Tig said, twirling the beer bottle by the neck as he stared at Chibs.

"Aye. Get together and figure this shit out. I want this to come to an end." Chibs nodded as he picked a chip out of the bag to dip into the salsa.

In the kitchen, Anabelle glanced to her left where Neil came walking in with his reading glasses on top of his head. He let out a long yawn then opened up the refrigerator to stand there and looked for something that might catch his eyes.

"There's a container in there that has last night's chicken alfredo."

The container with the chicken alfredo was pulled out and Neil brought it over to the microwave to heat it up.

"How's the project going?"

"Good. I just need to melt some wires together to not get in the way of the car wheels." Neil answered as he walked over to a kitchen drawer to open it and grabbed himself a fork.

"Sounds good. You have to show me it when it works."

"I will."

Her eyes followed Neil as he grabbed his food and left the kitchen to head back to his bedroom to finish his school project. Anabelle turned her attention back to cleaning the kitchen countertops while Chibs talked with Tig and Happy in the dining room.

It had been a week now since the attack on the bakery. As Chibs promised, the prospect fixed the bakery right up. Happy and Tig cleaned up the mess of blood that was around, leaving no evidence behind. Though Anabelle was waiting a few more days to reopen the place back up.

Stepping over to the fridge, Anabelle opened the freezer door to grab herself a fudge popsicle. She took the wrapper off, throwing it into the trash underneath the sink before she bit into the top of the popsicle.

"Love, ya shouldn't be on ya feet for long."

Anabelle turned herself halfway around to eye Chibs stepping into the kitchen. He eyed her sucking then nibbling the top of popsicle with raised eyebrows. Of course Anabelle knew that he saw her actions with the popsicle in a certain manner.

"Stop eyeing me sucking on a popsicle, Filip."

"I have to admit that I am seeing something else being sucked on by ya, love."

"Filip!" Anabelle mouth dropped while he snickered.

When Chibs came near, Anabelle slapped him in the stomach as he was still chuckling at his remark. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, tugging her against him. He bent down to take a bite out of the popsicle making Anabelle to pout. To Chibs it was cute to see her pouting expression and he found himself letting out a few more chuckles.

He pressed his lips against the side of her head then pulled back. He tried to take another bite out of the popsicle, but Anabelle held it away from him and stuck her tongue out. Chuckling escaped Chibs as he gave her pregnant belly a rub before walking back into the dining room where Tig and Happy were getting loud about something.

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A slap on the hand got Chibs to jump and to sheepishly smile.

In the exam room at the obstetrician building, Anabelle glared at Chibs with a smirk on her lips as he couldn't sit still. While they were waiting for Anabelle's doctor, Dr. Juliet Lens, Chibs was curious about everything. He was examining all the tools in the room, studying the poster and studying the small statue diagrams of how the baby develops.

Anabelle had slapped him on the hand when he went to open a few draws that were nearby to see what was inside.

"Would you sit down?" Anabelle laughed softly.

Chibs grinned as he came back around the exam table that Anabelle was propped up on. He sat himself back down in the seat by her.

A knock on the door and Dr. Lee poked her head in, smiling at the sight of the couple smiling in return.

"Good morning. How are we this lovely morning?"

"Good. Everything is good."

Gripping Anabelle's left hand, Chibs eyed Dr. Lee as she went through the regular procedures of checking over Anabelle's charts and making sure that everything was perfect with the baby and her. When the doctor rubbed the gel across Anabelle's pregnant belly, Chibs sat up a tad bit more straighter with his eyes on the screen.

A smile came across Anabelle lips as she saw Chibs getting overly excited when the ultrasound screen came to life. He always stared at the screen with such love and excitement, Anabelle couldn't wait till they were holding their little one in their arms.

Familiar rapid fluttering of the baby's heartbeat echo throughout the room. The image on the screen moving about as Dr. Lee moved the wand about until she came to a stop. On the screen showed the little one fully developed, moving around.

"Oh look, Filip! He looks like he's waving." Anabelle stared at Chibs with excitement before her eyes went back onto the screen, her left hand squeezing his hand.

"Aye." Chibs smiled, leaning forward on his seat to get closer.

The screen showed their little one moving around, but he appeared to hold up his arm enough to open and close his hand. It appeared as if he was saying hi to them.

Pictures printed out, one more appointment before the little one will be coming into the world and Chibs seemed to have an extra hop to his step as he walked outside with Anabelle. Anabelle tried not to laugh as Chibs swung their hands between them while his other hand clenched the manilla folder containing pictures of their little one.

When they got back home, Chibs pulled out a large book where he open it up and flipped through the filmed pages. Each page held some sort of pictures or small objects that could slide in between the pages. Chibs started it halfway through Anabelle's pregnancy, said something about reminiscing times by going through this book.

Some pages were labelled, such as the ones with ultrasounds of their little one. Chibs slipped the new ultrasound in a page, writing in sharpie 'Eight months. Little one said hello.'

When Tig caught sight of the book, he picked on Chibs about scrapbooking and soon he will be decorating the pages. That earned a glare and a hard punch in the stomach by Chibs.

Anabelle sat on the couch with a couple pillows stuffed against her lower back. She had a plate filled with nachos with banana peppers and leftover ground beef on top of the nachos. A movie was about to start.

Chibs sat down beside her, eyeing the nachos and took one, trying out the banana pepper as a topping. He hummed as it wasn't that bad. When it came to cravings, Anabelle didn't have any weird cravings were she mixed foods together. Instead, she had more of random cravings. The most random craving happen during the middle of the night where she wanted a chocolate glaze donut and corned beef sandwich with extra pickles. Chibs got her the donut, but the corned beef had to wait for lunchtime where he went out and brought her that particular sandwich.

Whatever movie was on, it didn't grasp Chibs and Anabelle attention as they were discussing about random topics, such as the upcoming weather. The conversation soon turned to baby names. Chibs began to randomly throw out names, each one made Anabelle to shake her head with a wrinkle of her nose.

"I have one, but I don't know if you will like it." Anabelle told him.

"Let's here is, love."

"Nolan."

The moment Anabelle said that name, Chibs knew it was Irish based. It meant champion or chariot warrior. Other meanings it meant noble. The name echo through Chibs head as he mixed it with his last name. Nolan Telford. It was pleasant, but now there had to be a middle name.

"I like it."

"You do or are you just saying that?" Anabelle eyes narrowed on him, wanting the truth.

"No I do like it. What about Michael, Samuel, or Feargus for a middle name?"

"Nolan Michael Telford. Nolan Samuel Telford. Nolan Feargus Telford. Is it weird that I like two of the middle names and wish for two?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Nolan Michael Feargus Telford."

Chibs grinned as he sat next to her, his left arm slipped around her belly where he felt their little one moving around. Chibs took the plate away from her to set on the coffee table. Her eyebrows rose with a questionable look on her face.

Bending down, Chibs rested his lips against her pregnant belly where he felt either the fists or feet of their little one kicking against his mouth.

"Nolan Michael Feargus Telford. Our little warrior." Chibs whispered against her belly.

Anabelle smiled as she ran her left hand through Chibs thick hair. She smiled as Chibs kept pressing his lips against her belly, softly talking to their baby.

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