Chapter 10
Sara was currently reclining in her favorite piece of "furniture". That is, she was stretched across her fiancée's lap, relaxing as they talked. Michelle was beside them with pen and paper, recording the results of this important discussion.
"We have to come up with two girl names and two boy names, since we could end up with one of each or both the same," Sara commented.
"All right—girl names. What was your mother's name?"
"Hmm, I don't really want to go down that road."
"Grandmother's name?"
She smacked him on the arm. "Ian!"
"Daddy." Michelle poked him in the arm and he turned to her. "Careful. She's dangerous."
"I'll do that, pumpkin. Thanks for the warning." He gazed at his bride-to-be intently. "See? I told you she was a smart one."
She smacked him again.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"Being a smart-ass."
Michelle giggled suddenly, and both looked over at her. "What?"
"Daddy, she said the A-word!" Her brow furrowed, an almost comical imitation of the expression her mother sometimes used. "Did you say any names yet?"
"No, sweetie, your mother and I haven't quite agreed on anything yet."
"Well, you'd better hurry up, 'cause Mama's gonna have the babies soon." She patted her mother's belly with one small hand.
"And how did you get to be such an expert?"
"It showed me."
"What showed you?"
"Your Witchblade. I saw you with the babies, they were wrapped up in blankets and you were holding one while Daddy held the other one."
Her parents exchanged glances. "Has the Witchblade shown you anything else, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy. It let me see what day they were born."
"And?"
"I'm not s'posed to tell. I'm only allowed to tell you it's really, really soon."
"Really really?"
The girl nodded solemnly. "Really really."
"Then I guess we'd better get down to business."
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AN: Short chapter, I know. But the next one'll be longer—and it'll be posted soon—if I get enough positive reviews. So please tell me what you think! Thanks!
