I requested a week off from work so that Franky and I could go on a vacation, Franky has been calling it our 'Babymoon' and I guess that is accurate as it's the last time we will get away anywhere before the baby is born. At 28 weeks pregnant I must admit I am starting to get slightly uncomfortable, thankfully all my bruises have now faded and the baby is doing fine – I know this because they haven't stopped kicking since my hospital visit two weeks ago. At first it was cute and helped reassure Franky and I that all was well with Peanut, but after a few days passed with sleepless nights and frequent trips to the bathroom, the novelty has somewhat worn off – which sounds terrible but having a baby sit on my bladder most of the day is not a fun experience.

"What do you want to do for dinner tonight Gidge? Will we get something delivered or do you want to go to the restaurant again?" We are staying at a beautiful resort not too far from the beach we got married on, this is the third out of the five nights we are staying.

"What would you prefer darling? We've ate at the restaurant the past two nights so I guess we could just eat in tonight."

"I think I'd prefer that, plus I know you haven't been sleeping great so maybe we could snuggle up on the sofa and watch a movie or something."

"You have no idea how appealing that sounds, I'm going to change out of my beachwear and put something more comfortable on, why don't you get the room service menu and pick for us."

"As you wish babe." Franky gives me a gentle kiss and wraps her arm around my expanding midsection, giving my belly a small tap with her fingers, just as she does the baby responds to the touch.

"This kid is crazy active, feels like they're doing a marathon in there!"

"You don't need to tell me Franky, now go order food, I'm hungry – and yes before you say it I know I'm always hungry, I can't help it – eating for two and all!" I walk off as Franky just laughs, to go and change.

A little while later we are sat on the couch, bellies full from the wonderful Thai dishes Franky ordered us.

"Do you want to watch something else? It's only 9.30pm" I asked Franky, almost certain she would want to watch the next instalment of 'Fast & Furious'.

"Actually, I have a better idea." Franky says to me with that smirk I've come to know so well.

"Ugh, Franky, I'm sorry babe but I'm really not in the mood, I just feel so uncomfortable right now, maybe in a few days I'll feel up for it." I smile apologetically at my wife; we haven't had sex since before my hospital visit – two weeks is a very long 'dry spell' for us.

"No honey, that's not what I had in mind – and yes I do know that must be surprising to hear!"

"Right, so what exactly do you have in mind then?"

"Well, I thought, how about we try and come up with some names for our kid? We could each come up with a few boy and girl names, just to see what we both like."

"Oh, I like that idea. I haven't really been thinking of names yet though, have you?" My wife gives me a shy nod that confirms she has indeed been thinking of names.

"Go on then Franky, what names do you like?" I say trying to encourage her to continue and tell me what they are.

"Well I just have a few ideas – and don't worry, they're all normal, I haven't got any crazy ones, well yet anyway."

"Right well tell me then, I'm dying to know now!"

"Okay, well for a girl, so far I've thought of Olivia, Eva and Sasha – what do you think of those?"

"They're pretty names, yes I like all of them actually, I think the process of deciding will be very hard Franky."

"I know Gidge, whatever we pick this kid will be stuck with for life – so we need to make it good!"

"Indeed we do, what about boy names then?"

"Okay, I have three boy names as well, Nathan, Jacob and Alexander – I like the thought of quite classic, but strong names, you know what I mean?"

"Totally, I love those names baby, and they would all sound really good with our surname, do you think we should give Peanut a middle name – I mean it is already a bit of a mouth full with our hyphenated surname but at least then we could pick two names and wouldn't need to settle on one."

"Well, can we at least try to focus on a first name first before thinking if we are or aren't going to use a middle name honey? My brain can only take so much."

"Yes, of course, okay I've thought of a few names as well now, for a girl how about Jessica, Kate or Sophia?"

"Oh I like all of them too! Damnit this is going to be impossible, Gidge!"

"I'm sure we'll manage, everyone else gets there eventually."

"What about your boy names?"

"Well I like Leonardo – Leo for short, Ethan and Lucas."

"Hmm yeah, I'm not too keen on Ethan but I like the other two, I think it'll be a case of we'll know when we see him or her." Franky says while giving my bump a rub with her hand.

"I know, I really can't wait to see what Peanut looks like, I am so hoping for a mini Franky."

"Well I'm hoping for the perfect combination of us both."

"That would be nice as well, I think considering the donor we used that is a strong possibility." I smile thinking of how much I want the next 10-12 weeks to hurry up so I can hold the baby currently growing inside me, in my arms for the first time. As if sensing my thoughts, Franky turns and looks me in the eye.

"The time will fly bye honey, nursery furniture is being delivered in two weeks, so that gives me like 10 weeks to figure out how to put it together - hopefully that's long enough!" Franky playfully nudges me on the shoulder and laughs.

"God Franky don't even joke, you know my feelings about that, I still think we should just have paid for them to assemble it upon delivery."

"Stop your worrying Gidge! Anyway, the guys said they'd give me a hand with it all, even Marcus said he's only a phone call away – and he's done it plenty of times! It'll be all good, you can count on us, no need to worry!"

"I'm not worrying, I know you'll make it perfect because it's for little Peanut – and it's nothing but the best for baby Westfall-Doyle."