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Chapter 2: The Talk

That night, Reggie and I had "the discussion", if you know what I mean. We sat out on the back porch under the bright stars, feeling the cool spring breeze on our backs. I had my arm around her just as I had eight years ago, and she laid her head on my shoulder. "What are we going to name the baby?" I asked her as I saw a smile spread across her face.

"I don't know," she replied. "I've always liked the name Jesse for a boy."

"Me too," I said, even though I really hadn't given this too much thought. Not that I didn't like the name, it's just that this conversation had come on such short notice. "How about David for his middle name?"

"Jesse David Rodriguez," she said, smiling. "I like that."

"So I guess if it's a boy, that'll be his name."

"Yeah," she replied, then bit her bottom lip as if she were deep in thought. "What if it's a girl?"

"How about Jamie?" I asked. Jamie was just a name that I liked period, for a boy or a girl.

"Jamie Kimberly Rodriguez," she said. "How does that sound?"

"I like it," I replied. I looked down at her as she looked up at me and smiled.

"We have a lot of planning to do," she told me, then kissed me on the cheek.

"And we only have nine months to do it," I replied.

"Our lives will be changed forever," she said. "We'll have an extra member of the family. We'll have something that is naturally both of ours; something that we created ourselves."

"I wonder how Twister and Otto will feel when they find out when they have a niece or a nephew."

"Oh, I forgot about that," she replied. "Or Raymundo and your parents when they see that they're grandparents."

"I know my mother will pull the 'Oh, my baby's all grown up! I'm a grandma!' routine," I replied as she chuckled.

"Raymundo will probably be happy, but disappointed because he's getting old," she told me as she continued to smile.

"Well, no matter what, we'll have our baby, and we'll love it," I said as I gave her a deep kiss on the lips. She then broke away and ran into the house. I followed her into she got into the bathroom and vomited. Apparently this was going to be harder on her than it would be on me since the kid was growing inside of her. But I took good care of her, starting out by holding her hair back as she did her business. When she finished, I got a wet washcloth and wiped her mouth off. She smiled at me as she stood up.

"Are you OK?" I asked, even though it was obvious that she was.

"I'm fine," she replied. She then went to the sink to brush her teeth as I waked out of the bathroom. I went into the living room and picked up the phone. I had some news to spread, so I dialed Twister's phone number.

Twister had changed very much in the past ten years. He started getting better grades in school, even though he still had trouble with Algebra. He was no Sam Dullard, but he wasn't getting straight E's like before. He went to college to study animation, and was now working for Nickelodeon as their top animator. I know that that was quite unexpected, but ever since he was little, he was drawing. That is, when he wasn't skating. But he discovered how much he loved it in the sixth grade when he broke his ankle skateboarding.

He was unmarried, living in a house near the beach with Otto and their dog, Chance. This time he was more responsible with Chance than he was with his puppy when he was nine. Of course, he had Otto to help him take care of it. He and Otto were roommates since neither of them were married. Otto dated a girl or two sometimes, but no matter how hard Twister tried, he could never get a girl to go out with him.

"Hello," he said at the other end of the receiver.

"Hey, Twist, I got some news for you," I replied.

"What's up, Lars?" he asked.

"Reggie's pregnant," I replied.

"You got my best friend's sister pregnant?' he asked, as I heard Otto in the background asking about what was going on.

"Yeah," I said as I heard Twister telling Otto the news on the other end. I guess it's not everyday that two best friends find out that their older brother and sister are going to have a baby together. But the thing I didn't understand was what the big fuss was about. Reggie and I had been married for about two years now; it was only natural that a baby was expected. After Twist and I talked a little bit for a few minutes, I hung up the phone and turned on the TV as Reggie came in the room and sat down next to me. After about an hour or so, we went to bed and fell asleep.