"Are you don—"
Olivia opened her eyes slowly giving Peter a guilty smile as he stood at the door, eyebrows raised and mouth opened in mid sentence. She was lying under the sheets that still smelled new while the rest of the room lay packed in boxes around their brand new bed.
"Are you ok?"
She nodded, "Sorry. I started unpacking but I felt so tired I thought I'd just lie down for a few minutes and then I ended up taking a nap."
Peter smiled and shook his head walking towards her. "It's ok. I'm done downstairs. And I'm feeling pretty run down myself. Mind if I join?"
Olivia shook her head and watched with a small smile as he slid in next her. He lay on his side and his hand found itself in its favorite place as of lately, her midsection. Placing a kiss on her shoulder, he snuggled up against her side.
"So once we're done here all there will be left to do is decorate the nursery. Should I order some yellow paint or are we waiting until our sixteenth week ultrasound to find out if we're getting pink or blue?"
Olivia rolled her eyes and snorted, "You know better than expect me to be gender biased like that."
Peter smiled, "Seriously, though. What do you think, boy or girl?"
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his hand on her tummy. She was only twelve weeks and she still fit comfortably in all her pants, only having to up a cup size on bras recently, but Peter insisted that when she was lying down flat like that, and he rested his hand right bellow her belly button he could feel a firmness that wasn't there just a few weeks ago.
"I have no idea." She said, "But I'm hoping for a boy."
Peter lifted his head from the pillow and searched her face, "Really?"
"Yeah," she answered, "We could name him Henry."
Olivia opened her eyes and watched him carefully. His face fell and he looked down. She remembered the night they reunited and the same expression on his face when he told her about the son he never had. She remembered feeling such a sad energy coming from him that she couldn't even feel anything else but compassion.
"Olivia…"
She shook her head, silencing him, "I knew a Henry once. In a way, you could say he saved my life. He was a good man. Henry is a beautiful name and it means a lot to our family." She said, tasting surrealism in her mouth as the word family left her lips. It was the first time she had used it meaning them, and she still couldn't quite believe it was true.
They share a look, and Peter nodded, silently agreeing with her and sealing the decision with a kiss. It was decided, then, their child had a name.