Here's the second chapter! Hope it's alright!
He removed a hair from her face and started stroking her cheek which led her to smile.
They were lying down in bed, relaxing after a cheerful but also exhausting day. Her blue eyes shinned in the dark bedroom. They kept looking down at her belly which he found amusing.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. "Can you feel him growing in there?" he giggled.
"Don't be ridiculous! Of course not. It's just…I can't. I mean-"
"What?"
"How on earth could I of all people not have a clue about that I was pregnant?"
"Come on! Seriously?"
"Yeah, seriously! I mean, if you look closer, it's beginning to show," she said and put a hand on her stomach.
"So, you think that since you didn't realize that you're pregnant, you're stupid."
"No, not at all! Call me superstitious, but I just always imagined I would be able to feel it."
"You mean, from the very minute?" he laughed.
"No, but close," she winked.
"Hmm."
"And by the way, what makes you say that it's a 'he'?"
"When did I say that?" he asked confused.
"You said "can you feel him growing in there". You think it's a boy?"
"I don't know, I haven't really given that much thought 'yet. How about you? What would you like?"
"Well as a feminist, of course I'd prefer a girl, but it's pretty close. A boy doesn't sound that bad."
"Yeah, you know, I'd teach him how to pitch."
"And I'd teach him how to appreciate the truly greatest artists of the century."
"I already feel sorry for the kid then."
They laughed.
"I've always had a boy in mind, you know, so I could teach him sports and guy's stuff, but then I imagine this little version of you running around, teaching me how to behave, and I can't help but smile."
"Oh, Sam," she smiled.
"Sure I'd be a dream to have a boy, but I could learn so much from having a girl. Besides, then I'd have two girls in my heart."
She was getting emotional and had trouble covering the tears welling out of her eyes. These moments were so appreciated. These were the moments she would remember the most. The moments she'd look back on and smile.
"What if she's a crazy person just like me?" she whispered.
"I wouldn't want it any other way," he whispered back.
She leaned in for a kiss and received one.
"Good afternoon, everyone!"
"Norm!"
"How's it going, Mr. Peterson?"
"I don't think it is, Wood. It's more like…crawling," Norm said and sat down on his usual bar stool. A few seconds later he received his favorite drink. A beer.
"Speaking of crawling, have you heard from Sam 'yet?" Norm asked.
"Nope, the love-birds took off a few hours ago. Haven't heard anything since."
"What's happening?" Cliff asked.
"Sam and Diane are at a 'check-up' at the hospital to hear how the little one is doing in there," Frasier said with a slight smile on his lips.
"Oh, exciting!"
"Yeah, must hope the little fella is having a great time in there," Norm said.
"I don't really think there's so much you can do while being in another person stomach," Woody commented.
"No, you don't really think generally," Carla said.
"Well thanks, Carla!"
"Geez."
"How are you, Carla, by the way?" Frasier asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're having a kid yourself and yet again the father doesn't know about it."
"He'll get to know about it. When I get the guts to call."
"Are you sure you're-"
"Don't make it sappy," Carla begged.
"Well, look who we have here," Norm said with a smirk as Sam entered with Diane by his side.
"So, how are things?"
"Couldn't have been better," Sam smiled, and arm in arm they walked down to the others.
"Everything was looking like it should."
"Well, cheers to that!" Norm said and rose his glass.
"Oh Sam!"
"Yeah?"
"You have to help me pick out a color for the baby's room."
"Why? What's wrong with the color it has now?"
"It's a little unattractive, don't you think? We need a color that gives the room personality."
"Well, how will we know which color to choose, when we don't even know the gender 'yet?"
"We'll just pick something natural."
"And that's supposed to give the room personality?"
"Do you really want to argue?"
"Okay, okay! Just- we'll check it out tomorrow, alright."
"I guess so," she said and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. She then went to the bathroom.
"Boy, it's already getting tough huh, Sammy?" Cliff said.
"No, it's fine. I'm up for it. Besides, the wedding planning was 10 times worse."
"Believe me, Sam, this is only the beginning," Carla said.
"Soon, you won't be able to go anywhere alone. She'll be clinging to you like sand to a wet towel, annoying you 'til you explode."
"Sounds like the beginning of third world war," Norm said.
Sam laughed and looked down for a minute and then up at Carla.
"Well, in that case, I'm up for the challenge." he smiled.
"You're a brave soldier, Malone," Carla said.