All Brad and I talked about for the next week was names, none of the ones I suggested he liked, and none of the ones he suggested I liked. Except we kept agreeing on the final two, Cheyenne and Alyson. We kept repeating the names with all possible middle names, but we still couldn't agree on either one.

"What about Cheyenne Marissa?" I said

"No. Alyson Diane?" He said

"No. Alyson Britany?"

"No. Cheyenne Christine?"

"No. Cheyenne Chelsea?"

"No. Alyson Danielle?"

"No. Cheyenne Danielle?"

"No. This is getting us nowhere, we should use the entire name, like Dana Mandy Diffy, not just the first and middle names."

"O.K., Cheyenne Amanda Diffy…"

"Diffy? Isn't her last name Windsor?"

"Well…we're not married, and the baby would generally have the mother's last name…"

"Not in this case."

"Brad! This isn't a big deal, it'll just be Diffy, why does that bother you?"

"Because! I like Windsor better…"

I gasped, "No way!"

"Well, your last name is a little…"

"Unusual? Bizarre? Not fit for our daughters last name?"

"No! No, It's just…uncommon, is all."

"Hrmph."

We didn't talk about names for a while because we so didn't want to get into the last name Blood Bath in front of Dad. I was sitting in the kitchen, listening to Bobby Darrin, because our song is--get this--Beyond the Sea. Hey, the song's about a sailor leaving his lover, and coming back and not wanting to leave her again, I think that relates to us very well. As I was listening to that, I was also correcting my paper for my Literature class, besides being pregnant, I also have college. I'm going to have to take a lot of time off on maternity leave, but…coming back is another story. I think I can handle it though.

Dad and Mom were in the living room talking. I couldn't hear very well, but I was pretty sure it had to do with me or Cheyenne/Alyson.

"…She seems to think he won't leave her, personally, for his sake, he better not." Mom said

WHAT! Was she talking about Brad? I ducked out of my chair and stood next to the kitchen's door frame.

"Please, Keely, the man is twenty two, and a sailor for crying out loud, why would he stay here with a girl he got pregnant? I know we've all imagined he would, but seriously Keely, get real." Dad said

O.K., no offense to my dad, but what an ass! I couldn't believe he just said that! But to be totally honest, Brad did have a lot going for him, so why was he here with me?

"Phil! Just because he's twenty two and a sailor does not mean he'll leave Dana."

"That's exactly what it means, Keely."

"Phillip! No! He is not going to leave her, this is pretty much his fault, can't he just let the poor woman keep her flower, Noooooooo! He had to take it, and then they end up with a child, Phil! That was like us, I couldn't remain with a flower for too long, sometimes, I just hate the male gender."

Pfft! Mom. I could just see Dad's expression right now… But I couldn't believe she had referred to Cheyenne/Alyson's conception as someone's 'fault.' It wasn't anyone's fault she was conceived because we wanted to conceive her, sometimes I don't understand my mother…

"Keely-"

"I really don't feel like talking right now. Plus, she can hear us."

Busted.

A/N: a little short, but I wanted another chapter out there, haha another tomorrow, hopefully longer. : )