"How about Katherine?"

Maureen wrinkles her face at him, her fingers tangled in a ball of yarn. She'd been trying to figure out how to knit for the past hour or so. 'I want to make socks,' she told Roger, who didn't understand why they couldn't just buy socks, especially since he wasn't thrilled with the idea of Maureen and needles. She'd managed to assemble something that looked like it might be able to keep a couple of toes warm and was quite proud of herself.

"You want to call our baby Kathy?" she asks, giving him one of her looks.

Roger loves Maureen's looks, even if it is her death glare. She's fucking adorable.

"What's wrong with Kathy?"

"What's wrong with Kathy? Everything! No, absolutely not."

Roger sighs as he continues to flip through the flimsy blue book Collins had checked out of the school library and sent over once Maureen had told him the news. So far, Maureen had found something wrong with every name in the damn book, though.

"We could call her Katie," he suggests.

"Everyone's named Katie," she sighs, frowning at the yellow mess in front of her. "Everyone's named Jessica. Everyone's named Emily."

"Yeah?" Roger asks, not seeing the problem.

"Our baby is not going to be like everyone else. She will be unique so she needs a unique name."

"And what if it's a he?" Roger asks, smirking at her as he scans over a few of the M names.

"He, she, whatever it is," she fusses, before gasping.

"What? Did you poke yourself again?" he asks, walking over towards the couch.

"No! I referred to our baby as an it!" she exclaims, clamping a hand over her mouth. "I'm going to be a bad mother."

"No, you're not," Roger shakes his head, kneeling down beside her.

She's been sort of crazy lately, saying things like this. Everything upsets her and she's tired all of the time. The morning sickness isn't letting up either and she's burying herself in strange projects… like trying to knit, which only frustrates her more.

"Roger," she whimpers softly, reaching her arms out towards him.

Roger is quick to scoop her up in his arms, dropping the baby name book on the couch beside her, and settling down with her in his lap. He holds her close, arms wrapping around her as she drops her knitting mess and clings to him. His thin calloused fingers comb back through her curls as she tucks her head under his chin.

"We don't have to name the baby right now," he murmurs softly, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

"We do," she argues. "I can't call it an it."

He thinks for a moment, trying to come up with something quick to satisfy his hormonally charged girlfriend.

"What if we just call the baby 'baby' for now? We can decide on names later, alright?"

She considers this for a moment before nodding slowly. "Alright," she agrees, sighing softly.

"Okay," he smiles.

Roger one, hormones – zero.

"Are you hungry? I'll make lunch."

"Sure," she says, sliding out of his lap and heading towards the bathroom. Making a fist, she knocks loudly, crossing her legs a bit.

"One second!"

"I don't have a second!" she shouts back.

"I'll be quick!"

She sighs uncomfortably, scooching slightly. Her fingers tap against the door lightly while she impatiently waits. "Benny!"

"I'm going as fast as I can, Mo! You're not the only one with needs."

She lets out a frustrated growl before grabbing hold of the doorknob and ripping it open.

"Christ, Maureen!" Benny shouts, hurrying to zip his jeans. "Other people have to pee, too!"

"Well, other people are not carrying a baby!" she shouts back, hands on her jeans, ready to pull them down. "You gonna move or am I going to have to pee in the shower?"

"I'm moving, I'm moving!" he grumbles, trudging out as she drops her pants. "You couldn't wait till I shut the door?"

Maureen lets out a sigh as she sits, causing Benny to grumble under his breath before slamming the door.

"We need to do something about that," Benny fusses, buckling his belt.

"That is my girlfriend," Roger replies, raising his eyebrows at Benny. "And what exactly do you propose we do?"

"I don't know," he shrugs, walking into the kitchen. "Cut her off from all liquids. That'd help. Or get her a bucket."

Roger stifles a laugh as he dumped a box of mac and cheese into a pot on the stove. "Benjamin, be nice. Or she'll kick your ass."

"She? The pregnant lady?" he scoffs, pulling the fridge open. "Yeah, okay."

"I'm not kidding. That woman is fierce. Especially with all those hormones."

Benny shivers slightly at the mention of hormones as he shuts the door again. "There is nothing to eat in this house."

"There never is. Shouldn't you be used to it by now?"

He shrugs as he drops down onto the couch, yelping slightly. "What the fuck is this?" he asks, pulling out the fuzzy mess of yellow.

"Those are knitting needles. And those are socks," Roger pointed out slowly.

"What the fuck are they doing on the couch?" he asks, continuing to pull shit out from underneath him. "A baby name book?"

"Maur was knitting," Roger points out, stirring the noodles.

"She knits?" he asks, bewildered. "That woman has no patience for anything and she knits?"

"Yes, I knit," she grumbles, her hands resting on her hips as she exits the bathroom.

Benny smiles sheepishly, dropping the needle onto the couch beside him as he picks up the book. "Where'd this come from anyway?"

"Collins sent it," she replies, sneaking up behind Roger and wrapping her arms around him, her cheek pressing against his shoulder blade.

His thick fingers began flipping through the yellowed pages, scanning the names as he went. "You got any picked out yet?"

"Roger likes Katherine," she teases, poking him in the ribs.

"Katherine?" Benny asks, wrinkling his nose. "And call her Kathy?"

"It was just a suggestion!" he shouts, shaking his head as he drains the pasta.

"Get a better suggestion. Everyone's named Katherine."

"See? Told ya," Maureen giggles.

"Yeah, hush," he laughs, kissing her nose. "I made you lunch. Love me."

"I do, very much."