Hey guys, sorry this ones so late. I promise to start writing more (weekly, probably:) in like a month once summer comes along! Oh, and by the way, I'll be ending this in like seven chapters, more or less. Yuuup, just wanted to let y'all know.

Oliver takes my hand as we walk into Babies R Us. I don't exactly want to be here. I resorted multiple times, actually, but Oliver insisted we 'do it the right way this time'. I wasn't sure doing it the right way meant buying overpriced baby necessities, but whatever.

The worst part is that Miley actually forced us to take her. She said it would be "best for her recovery", but I just think she misses shopping too much.

"Lilly! Look at this! Oh my god, how adorable is this?" She's pointing to a "Mommy bear with womb sound". I raise my eyebrows. Why would I pay twenty four dollars for a teddy bear my baby will probably just end up spitting up on?

"No." I mumble, staring at the stroller I'm pushing Cae in. One baby is enough, I don't know why we're celebrating having another like this. I don't feel good about this pregnancy. I'm the pregnant one, not Oliver or Miley or even my mom. I have the right to be upset about this, because I'm the one going through all the emotional, not to mention physical pain. I have morning sickness every morning, my back is always in extreme pain and I can't stop crying. I hardly have a reason to be sad, I just keep on crying. I'm getting tired of being this wrecked.

Oliver wraps his arm around me. "We need to get little onesies for the baby! And we should probably get a new stroller, but like, the double ones so we can put Caelyn and her sister/brother in one together!"

I half smile at Oliver's excitement. I just nod and silently continue walking down the wide isle with him. I run my hand through my hair. I don't know what's making me so sad, all I know is that I am extremely upset for some weird reason. At least he's happy, right? I might be miserable, but at least he's happy.

I pretend to be preoccupied staring at the pattern on the floor as Miley and Oliver whisper something to each other. I'm getting tired of just focusing on the tiles while Oliver finally speaks to me.

"Lils, what's wrong?" I don't bother to look up, I can already sense by the sadness of his voice that he's worried about me. He gets worried so damn easily.

"Nothing! I'm fine!" My bottom lip quivers and I can tell I'm about to cry. I hate these stupid emotions that just recently flooded into me. It's all coming too fast. One day I'm pregnant, the next my grandmother dies. It's getting too hard to handle. Way too hard.

"Are you sure? Because if you just want to go home and-"

I block him out and roll my eyes. He's telling me he wants to go home? Twenty minutes ago he was practically dragging me out the door trying to get me to come here.

"I'm fine. Really." I set my right hand on his and smile reassuringly.

"Good. Love you." He kisses me on the forehead softly.

Miley rolls her eyes. "Would you two stop? We have some shopping to do!" I notice her cart is full with random baby supplies. She's frantically throwing anything she sees in there, a huge smile on her face.

"How about we split up? You go over there and collect all the expensive unnecessary items, and Oliver and I will get the cheap...items!"

"Fine." She mumbles. "What's in it for me?" I raise one eyebrow. Something always has to be in it for Miley. She's used to getting every single thing she wants.

"You- you get to be...the godmother!"

She grins. "Oh my gosh! That's amazing! I'm gonna be a godmother, I'm gonna be a godmother!" She sings loudly, on the top of her lungs.

"Right." She continues dancing around me, causing stares from other shoppers.

"Off you go, Miles. Bye. Text me where you want to meet up." She walks, well actually, she leaps away, grinning and singing loudly.

I turn back to Oliver, he has a small smile on his face. "So, do you wanna pick out a name?"

I glance down at the floor. No, Oliver, I do not want to pick out a name. I want to forget this ever happened. I want to go back to the night we had unprotected sex and take it right back. I don't want to be pregnant. In eight months, I don't want to take care of another little difficult baby who won't stop screaming. I really, really don't want to go through this.

"What?"

He sets his hand on my stomach. You can't even tell I'm pregnant yet, but I guess that doesn't matter to him. "A name. For the baby. Our baby." His eyes are sparkling. He looks so happy, I can't help it that some of his happiness rubs off on me.

"Sure, I guess. What do you like?"

He shrugs, walking over to a shelf with tons of books like "A New Mother's Guide to Breastfeeding" and "Teach your Baby to Read". He pulls out a particular one with the title "Baby Names". It looks simple enough.

"Ollie-Pop, open to a random page, read me some of the names."

I kneel next to Caelyn's stroller and smile at her. "Hi, baby. Are you excited to have another brother or sister? Are ya?"

She just laughs and I grin at her. I never thought my baby would be so adorable. I never thought it was possible to have a baby that's this adorable.

"Okay." Oliver mumbles, kneeling next to me. "I'll start with boys names. Let's see..."

He flips the page and clears his throat. "Aidan."

"No, it kind of rhymes with Caelyn. That's cheesy."

Ollie shrugs. "Aw, Lils. I think it's cute. Please, just put it on our list? For me?" He makes those adorable puppy dog eyes at me and it's almost impossible to say no.

He's so damn adorable that I have to look away in order to answer him. "No."

"Fine." He grumbles. "What about...Aw look, there's my name!" He looks like a child, beaming and pointing to the page. "What if we would name the kid after me? We could call him Ollie Jr and it would be so cute and-"

I smile at him, kissing him on the lips. "I love you, Oliver, but no. There's only room for one Ollie in my heart."

He looks down bitterly and I laugh. I tried to make it sound sweet, but hell, that boy hates hearing no.

"Here, give me that." I take the book from his hands and start reading off more names.

"Elijah." My heart warms at just hearing the name. I absolutely love it. I adore it.

He makes a face. "I hate that."

"What? Oliver! That's a beautiful name!" I say defensively.

"No. There is no way I'm having a child and naming him Elijah." He crunches his face up when he says 'Elijah'.

"Good, because you aren't having the child. I smirk at him. "I am and I think Elijah is a gorgeous name."

"Well I don't. Wasn't Elijah like a saint or something?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "...No."

"I could've sworn he was."

He pauses for a second to think and I laugh at my adorable guy.

I turn to Caelyn. "Cae, baby, what do you think of the name Elijah?"

She grins and claps her hands. "Mama!"

"See? She agrees with me!" I leave myself a mental reminder to thank her when she's older and has a brother named Elijah.

Oliver rolls his eyes. "Lilly-Pop, I love you, but I only have room for one Elijah in my heart."

I giggle. "You suck. What Elijah are you talking about, exactly?"

"The nonexistent one. Nextttt!"

I laugh and pull my bangs back. "I'm kind of nervous." My lip quivers, my voice shaky, I bite the inside of my mouth. I don't wanna cry. Not here, not now.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I don't want to have another baby, I mean-" I stop myself. I know Oliver wants this. I know he's adjusted to it and he's somewhat happy that I'm pregnant.

"Lilly." He whispers. I hold my breath, ready for an insanely long speech about how "we're lucky to have each other, and this baby is just adding to the luckiness."

He grabs both of my hands abruptly, leaving the book deserted on the floor.

"Yes?"

"I love you." He emphasizes the word 'love'. I can't put my finger on it, but there's something about the way he says it. It sounds meaningful, more meaningful than I've ever heard from anyone.

"I know. I-I love you, too."

He holds a hand up, telling me to pause. "Lilly, I know we messed up. I know you're not exactly happy right now with your grandma and all. And I sure as hell know this isn't making it any better."

I nod, shutting my eyes close tight so tears don't escape out of them.

Oliver brushes his hand against my face, moving my hair away. "Look at Cae, Lils."

I turn to Caelyn, who's currently drifting into a light sleep. I smile and start to cry at the same time, on the floor of Babies R U. We're surrounded by people, but for some reason I don't care. I just care that my husband and daughter are here with me.

"See? Look how cute she is. Look how much you two love each other." He smiles softly.

"Ollie-Pop, I love you." I press my lips against his and pull away quickly as more tears start rolling down my cheeks. I'm not really sure why I'm crying now; if they're happy or sad tears. That's the thing with being this emotional, sometimes you just don't know.

"It's hard. I know you don't think I know because I'm not the pregnant one, but I was there last time, and believe me, I definitely know. I know I say this all the time, but I swear to god, Lils, we're gonna make it through. And at the end of it all we have a beautiful little baby."

I smirk. "A beautiful little baby named...Elijah?"