A/N: Motivation and inspiration is so hard to find these days but I thank you guys for staying with me. It really does mean a lot.

So my classes don't start again till the 23rd. So my goal is to update this story at least 23 times by then. Which means some days will have double updates and I know how much y'all love that. =)

So this chapter is kind of a filler and there's some fluff in it. I will warn you that this and probably the next two chapters will be more Jordeth centric but I will get back to Palex, don't worry.

Disclaimer: Didn't own it the last time I updated and I still don't own Degrassi.

They say that naming your child can be the first important decision you make for your child's life. Now I'll admit that I am one of those girls that have had baby names picked out since I was about ten. Granted I did change my mind when I became a Johnson but I still have an idea for the girl's name. Now with such an important decision upon us and the due date inching closer it's time to finalize the future name for our baby. And that's where the problem is.

"I really don't think you're thinking this completely through," I tell Beth. "I mean our child is already going to have two last names. Does he or she really need two middle names?"

"One middle name for your family and one middle name for my family," Beth says, as if it is the most common thing done in the world.

"Why does each of our families need a middle name? A middle name is a middle name. Most people don't even know each other's middle name."

"Your brother's middle name is Allen."

"You were there when he was born."

"Your father's middle name is Lee and your mother's is Ella." Beth crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.

I start wagging my finger at her. "Oh you've think you've won, haven't you?"

Beth smirks. "I know I've won," she says. "This was never really a debate when you think aboot it Jordan. You and I both know I'm going to get my way. Sure I'll let you state your side but you and I both know how this will end."

I start walking toward Beth slowly. "Oh so you think," I tell her. "If I remember correctly we agreed that I would get to pick out the names of our first two children and you agreed and said then they had to have four names and your last name had to come first in the hyphen." I cross my arms and smirk. I know I've won.

"A hyphened last name does not count as two names," Beth says.

"Yes it does. It TOTALLY counts as two names, that's why you have a hyphen so you can tie the two names."

"To make one name."

I smile. "Ah, I see what you're trying to do Mrs. Perez-Johnson. You think you're sneaky, but you're not."

Beth shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not trying to be sneaky. I'm just explaining my logic."

I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms. "Your crazy logic?"

"It's not crazy."

Beth uncrosses my arms and takes my hand. She places my hand on the top of her very pregnant stomach. Uh-oh, I already know what she's going to do.

"Think aboot our unborn child," she says in her sweet loving voice. "I think our child would appreciate the greatness of having two middle names."

I look Beth in the eyes with a serious look on my face. "I think when our child reaches the age of ten he or she is going to ask us why the hell we gave him or her five names. Plus are we even allowed to give our child two middle names?"

Beth smiles and nods her head vigorously. "Yes," she answers excitedly. "I looked it up and there is no legal limit on how many names we can give our child."

"Oh well then I'm surprised you also don't want to give our child two first names," I joke.

Beth playfully punches me in the arm. I laugh as I place my hands on both sides of Beth's face, cupping it.

"As usual you can have whatever you want," I tell her. "If you want the baby to have five middle names then he or she can have five middle names."

Beth smiles. "Told you I win," she says.

I chuckle and shake my head. "Don't be a sore winner. Just kiss me already."

Beth gives me a kiss any loser would want. This innocent kiss is starting to turn into something serious. Beth jerks away.

"Ow," she winces, like she's trying to cover the pain, yet I can clearly see it written all over her face.

"What's wrong," I ask quickly. "Are you ok? Is it the baby?"

Beth waves me off. "I'm ok," she says. "The baby just decided to kick me really hard."

"Are you sure? Because I didn't feel anything."

"Yes Jordan, I'm sure. I know my own body."

"Sorry, I didn't know it could hurt that bad. Are you sure it's just the baby kicking? Because you've been making that face all day today and I've never seen you make it before today."

Beth looks at me. "I'm ok," she says in a serious tone. "The baby isn't due for another three weeks. He or she must just be getting really excited since we're talking about names and what not."

I nod my head hesitantly. "Ok, well maybe you should go to sleep. It's starting to get late anyway.

Beth nods her head, agreeing with me. I help Beth up the stairs, making sure that she doesn't fall backwards. We go to our bathroom and floss our teeth.

"Ew Jordan, you're flicking food particles onto the mirror," Beth says, half laughing.

"You're the one who tells me to floss more," I remind her. "Not my fault that when I floss I also flick."

Beth laughs and shakes her head. "I'm definitely going to be the one to teach our children how to floss."

I shrug my shoulders. "Good luck with that. Johnsons are known for being very hard headed when it comes to dental hygiene. When Dad first flossed Major's teeth for him Major bit him. And then when Dad let Major try to floss his teeth on his own he swallowed the floss. Of course he was ok afterwards."

Beth is shaking her head. "Your family," she says.

"My family is your family. Don't forget that."

We finish flossing our teeth and move on to the brushing, my favorite part. I grab my favorite toothpaste that taste just like bubble gum. I squirt the toothpaste on my electric tooth brush and begin the process. As I begin brushing my teeth I being singing the tooth brushing song my mom taught me when I was two. During the song I spit when too much gunk gets in my mouth. I grab my cup of water and mouth wash and rinse my mouth. I look up at myself in the mirror and smile.

"Perfection," I say.

"Is that the trademark Johnson smile?" Beth asks.

"Psh, please. This is the trademark Jordan Johnson smile. All the other Johnsons wish they had this smile. This smile got you pregnant. Mhm."

"Haha!" Beth bursts out laughing. "Yeah, ok."

Beth and I leave the bathroom, all done. Beth gets into the bed as I grab my cell phone off the night stand.

"I'm going to make a quick phone call," I tell Beth.

"Tell Alex I say hi," she says.

"Of course," I tell her and kiss her quickly.

I make my way out of the bedroom and into the office. I close the office door, knowing that sometimes my naturally loud voice can get too loud. I press 2 on my phone and it immediately calls Alex.

"Thank God my phone is on vibrate since I literally just got AJ to sleep," Alex says.

"Hello to you too dear sister," I greet her. "I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever."

"We just saw each other yesterday," Alex says and I can already see the face she's probably making.

"Yes but we haven't talked at all today."

"Yes well that's because I have a nine to five job, unlike you, and then a therapy session with Paige."

Ya see after the whole "missing AJ's first steps" fiasco they both agreed that maybe they should see someone since for some reason Sage was a recurring issue for Paige. From what Alex has told me the counselor has been suggesting that Paige actually spend some time with Sage, to see that she's not a threat and that Paige is just experiencing, and I quote "Paige is feeling unwanted. Most working mothers feel this way, especially those who spend a lot of time doing their job. She is especially feeling this because she sees Sage as someone who is trying to step in and take her place." Psh, I could have told them that and saved them $150 an hour.

"Excuse you I do have a nine to five job. It's just not literally nine to five, also I'm in transition. Anyways how was the therapy session?" I ask. "Not that you have to tell me because I know what goes on in therapy usually stays in therapy."

"Shut up Jordan," Alex says. "It's going ok. We're really making some progress. Paige is really making some progress. She's going to have lunch with Sage this weekend."

"With a chaperon right? I'd rather not turn on the news and see that Paige is going to jail for killing Sage. I mean she hates Sage as much as she hated Manny back in the eleventh grade. And we both know how that turned out."

"We were in high school then. High school Paige is different than adult Paige."

"Not by much," I mutter.

"How aboot you stop insulting my wife and we talk aboot yours? How's Beth doing?"

I sigh. "She's ok. Ya know only three weeks left and what not. But she kind of seemed in pain today."

"What kind of pain?" Alex asks concerned.

"I don't know. Like she would say "ow" but say it quietly, as if she didn't want me to hear it but her face would distort with pain. She said the baby was kicking her really hard but do babies really kick THAT hard?"

"Well I'm not a doctor-"

"Yes you are," I say quickly. "You are a doctor."

I hear Alex sigh, sounding annoyed. "Ok I'm not an OBG but if I were you I'd maybe take her to the hospital. Could be serious or nothing at all."

"Psh you try getting a pregnant Latina to the doctor's when she doesn't want to go."

"Well, just see how tomorrow goes. And speaking of tomorrow, it's almost your birthday, two more days. What craziness do you have planned for this year?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know," I tell her. "I might keep is pretty calm, low key this year."

Alex fake gasps. "No way," she says, teasing me. "THE Jordan Johnson isn't going to do something crazy and badass for her birthday? The world must be ending."

"Hardy har har Alex, you're so funny. I mean Beth is super pregnant and I can't really focus on anything other than her and work right now. Maybe we'll just have a quiet family dinner at Mom and Dad's and eat cake."

"Oh I'm sure Major will love that. Well as nice as it's been talking to you I'm sure I will either talk or see you tomorrow."

"Good night dearest sister and tell the lovely Paige I said 'ello," I say in my fake British accent. I can practically hear Alex rolling her eyes.

"Goodnight Jordan."

Click.

I quietly chuckle to myself. I leave the office and enter the bedroom, quietly. Beth is already out like lamp. I place my phone on my nightstand and crawl into the bed. I place my arm around Beth protectively and start running through the nation's top forty songs in my head.

Zzzzz. Zzzzzz. Zzzzzz.

Ow! Ow! Someone's attacking me!

"Jordan!"

I instantly wake up to the sound of my wife in pain. I turn on my night stand lamp. Beth looks worried and she's holding her stomach.

"Something's wrong," she says, scared. "Argh!"

"I'm taking you to the hospital, NOW."

I jump out of the bed and throw a pair of sweats on and my wind breaker.

"Jordan," Beth calls out my name.

I look over at her. Panic is written all over her face.

"I think my water just broke."

Oh shit.