Hey everyone! Hope you are all still reading because I plan to keep writing, just in smaller increments. I can't promise an update every week but I can say that this story and something else I'm working on that I will not publish for a little bit, is always on my mind. As long as my readers stick with me, I'll be here. Here's the new update and I hope all of you enjoy it. Thanks to all who have been there since the beginning. I really don't know what I would do without all of you - MJ123 :)

3 ½ Months Along

"So...does giving birth hurt?" Alex asked, sitting on the couch. Norma lay lazily across his lap, her fingers gently her miniature bump. She laughed at the question, shooting up a bit with a harsh smile.

"What the hell kind of question is that?" her tone was that of a joke even though she was a tad annoyed at the question. It was only an imbecile who would ask that type of question.

He shrugged, "I don't know. I'm just curious I guess. I wanna prepare myself for what is gonna happen when the baby comes."

Norma crossed her legs and folded her hands, looking at him with a short grin, "Well Alex, a woman's cervix is only about 2 centimeters big. The head of a newborn baby is about 35 centimeters big. During active labor, my cervix will only expand up to 10 centimeters. Pushing 35 centimeters out of 10 centimeters. That's like...pushing a water balloon through a hole the size of a baseball. I guess you could say it hurts just a bit."

"As gross as it sounds...I'm actually excited to watch," he laughed, reaching out for her hand.

"You'll be the first, honey. John stepped out of the room when Dylan was born, he claimed it was some gross scientific stuff that he didn't need to watch. Sam didn't come to see Norman until he was two days old, he missed everything due to a business trip. I found out a week later that he spent the trip banging some showgirl," she sighed, reaching into the popcorn bowl on the table to pop a few pieces in her mouth.

"That's despicable to me. I couldn't imagine myself not coaching you through labor. Or missing the birth of my daughter," he said, tugging her closer to him on the couch. His fingers meshed with her blonde curls with ease.

She cocked her head to peek at him out of the corner of her blue lit pupils, "Daughter, huh? You have this all figured out?"

He grinned, "Well yeah, I mean...you already have two boys. Seems kind of fitting that we would have a girl. I think I want a girl anyway."

"Really? Mr. Tough Macho Sheriff wants to raise a girl? I would have assumed you to want a boy so you could teach him to kick ass and take names like yourself," she laughed, tightening her grip on his arm and relaxing into his torso.

"I was, I definitely was but…when I was driving home the other night I heard Mia...y'know the Aerosmith song. And I got to thinking about how much I love that name," he explained, picking up the remote to find a movie.

"You wanna name our possible daughter Mia?" she asked, thinking about the name choice.

"We don't have to do it. I just really love the name for a girl."

"No, no...Mia Romero. That's lovely," she cooed, looking down at her prodding stomach. "I'm impressed. You picked a perfect name and she's not even here yet. I'd hate it if we made this concrete and we got surprised by a son."

"I'd love both the same, I just want the baby to come out healthy and I want you to be okay after the labor," he explained, flipping through the classics section on On Demand, Norma's favorite.

"You're preaching to the choir," she said, dropping a kiss on the back of his hand, "Let's talk middle names though. Mia Romero is so beautiful, I want her to have the perfect middle name hypothetically speaking."

"How about we just lend her yours...Mia Louise. That has a pretty ring to it, don't you think?" he asked, his attention shifted completely off of the television.

She shook her head, "I don't want her to have my middle name. I always hated when parents did that...children are not their parents, they are just representations of them."

"Norma...isn't your son's name Norman?" he asked quietly.

"Pffft...I was high when I named Norman. I tore so badly down there...31 stitches to be exact, they gave me the most hardcore painkillers that they could find. His name was picked at random while I was completely laid out on percocets. I couldn't feel my lower half for three days," she laughed, never expecting to admit the story to anyone.

He keeled over giggling at her confession, "I knew there was more to the story there."

"Rose," she said simply, like it was the obvious answer to a simple question, "Mia Rose Romero."

"It's perfect," he agreed, kissing the top of his wife's head. "I'm already in love with her."

"I know, sweetheart. Me too. I can't wait until she's actually here. And I am so, so excited to create her nursery," she grinned, feeling genuinely excited to be a mother again.

"Nope. I'm going to do it all, I'll create the perfect nursery. I already have some great ideas," he said, thinking about every paint chip, stencil, and decorative piece of furniture that would accentuate the room.

"Really? You wanna do it all?" she asked, there was no argument on the rise. Norma knew her limitations, she knew that she was older now. There was no way she could actually take on that whole project by herself without giving up halfway through. She was going to be tired throughout this pregnancy, she was in her 40s. And she already knew that the doctor wouldn't want her on her feet at all.

He nodded immediately.

"It'll be the perfect little room for our princess...or prince."

I hope you all enjoyed this new chapter. Let me know how you felt about this installment, I wanted to make it fluffy as ever. I believe that fluff is a number one element between any couple that is expecting and I really wanted to bring that out in my chapter. Thank you all for reading! MJ XOXO