Names
The next night he lay next to his wife when she smiled at him excitedly.
"What is it?" he smiled up at her.
"She kicked," she answered excitedly.
He placed his hand on her stomach and felt their daughter kick again. They'd discussed they were having a girl just before he flew to Los Angeles. He smiled up at her and kissed her bump. He then laid his head on her bump stroking it.
Emily ran her fingers through his dyed white hair. His dark roots were beginning to come through but his hair was still predominately platinum blonde. He sunk into her bump happily. Soon she kicked again and they burst into laughter.
"Alright, I get the message," he answered getting back up and smiling up at his wife. "Have we got any names for the little rascal?"
"I've always liked the name Zoe," she smiled.
"It's a beautiful name," he smiled at her. "I love it."
"And can we give her the middle name Florence?"
"Absolutely. Will be a nice reminder of our holiday."
"Definitely."