Authors Note, Ok the naming children after guns is actually true. I have a cousin who when he had his first child he and his wife argued over the child's name. She wanted to name it Jonah and he wanted Remington. So they agreed she would name the first and he would name the second. So their first son was named Jonah, to our surprise they had twins next, and they were named after weapons. So my three nephews are named Jonah, Smith, and Wesson.

I woke up to Sanderson.

The man had let himself in my house and right up to the bedroom. Not like I cared but he woke me up. He came in the bedroom an jumped on the bed.

"It's a boy! It's a boy! It's a boy! It's a boy!"

I opened my eyes and stared at Sanderson, the man was clearly insane.

"A sun or a son?" I moaned, waking up. I looked and saw Diana wasn't in bed, Sanderson was in her spot. Not what I had grown used to during my leave.

"A son! We just got back from the doctor and he rubbed this slimy shit on her stomach and ran a mouse over it and I saw my son! He has a small little penis and little hands and small little feet and my nose."

Ah, "You having a son?"

Sanderson sat down beside me, "Was there ever any doubt? I got through three birth control pills! Three!"

I nodded, "And we're so proud," what the hell time was it?

While he rooted through his pants for something he checked his watch, "It's almost noon."

I groaned and closed my eyes, "So are you going to name him after the pill?"

"Hell no! I want to name him Remington. But she wants to name him something like Aladdin or something."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, "So what are you going to name him?"

Sanderson shrugged, "We don't know yet. Look. Look isn't he the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

I looked at the paper he had folded up. It took me a minute to realize the black and white picture was an ultra sound. Then it took another minute to determine what part of the baby was what, and another to realize I was looking at Sanderson's son. I grinned at him, "Remington huh?"

Sanderson plopped down beside me and looked over my shoulder at the picture. With the largest grin known to man plastered on his face, then he pointed out the fingers and toes, "He's almost all done forming his fingers and toes. He's normal and healthy."

It was hard not to feel excited for him.

"I'm going to teach him to shoot, swear, ride a bike and box….all the important stuff."

I gave him the picture back, "He's beautiful. You're lucky man, but shouldn't you be with your babies momma?"

With great care he folded the picture and tucked it into his jeans, "She sent me out to find couscous."

Couscous? "We ain't got any….that's them lil noodle bits right?"

Sanderson nodded, "I have to go to Wally world, get dressed I want to show you something on the way. Hurry up, she's very hungry, I left her with half a meatloaf and two containers of green been casserole, it won't last long."

I didn't argue, but instead rolled from bed in my jeans.

Hell I didn't have much planned for today, why not spend some time with the beaming father before Diana or her father got home? While I pulled on a clean shirt from the dresser Sanderson told me how he got to listen to his son. When he mentioned that Humera had a family history of having twins I so helpfully added, "Well if you have'a set a twins you can name'em Smith and Wesson."

That actually sounded like a good idea, Sanderson thought so too, but asked, "What is we have a girl?"

I pulled my shirt over my head and looked in the mirror, I had two days worth of stubble on my face. "Name'er after your car."

"Shelby?"

"Sure," I replied, I ran my fingers through my short hair then headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth while he stayed where he sat. Musing aloud, "I wonder if she would like Harley? That's kinda ethnic, right?"

I just rolled my eyes, I began to brush my teeth and spoke to him while I did so, "Just give the kid like twelve names." Though it came out in less formed words, but he understood me.

"What like Remington Aladdin?"

I took the brush out and pointed it at him, "I don think your wife's gonna name your child after a damn Disney movie."

Sanderson shook his head, "I agreed to Aladdin, she wanted to name him after Ishmael."

Ishmael, what the fuck kinda name was that? Sanderson read my face and told me, "Abrahams son?"

I rolled my face and began to brush again, I headed in the bathroom and shouted, "Ask your mother…that woman knows everything."

I spat out the white minty foamy shit as he shouted back, "She doesn't know Humera's pregnant."

"Then tell her," I spat back, washing my toothbrush and wiping my face on the bath towel. Sanderson's next words surprised me, "Well she doesn't know I got married."

I dropped the towel and peered outside, "Huh?"

Sanderson looked up at me and shrugged, "I haven't told her I got married yet."

Sanderson hiding from his mother? That didn't sound right. So I asked, "Why not?" My friend shrugged, "You've met the woman. Would you bring Humera home to her?"

Truthfully, hell no.

"I told my dad though…..he's going to fly down in a month to see Humera while she's pregnant. Then again after the baby is born."

Sanderson and his dad got along, his dad was an amazing man. His mother got on my nerves personally. He slid off the bed, "You ready yet?"

I grabbed my shoes and followed him out the bedroom.

Somewhere off base down a twisty Mountain Road in a junkyard…..

It was beautiful.

The frame of an original Knucklehead.

"Think of the bike when we finish it….all original pieces. Now it's nothing but a frame….but we could rebuild it."

I nodded, in awe of the beauty of it. The simple metal frame, sure the back had a little damage but that could be welded. It was in mint condition. Except for being stripped down to the frame.

"We could search junk yards an shit for the other parts."

Sanderson nodded, "We could split the costs."

I grinned at him, "Maybe we can finish it fore your lil one is born." His grin only grew bigger, "He's giving us a deal too. The old man was in the Army so he's only charging us half price."