Pointless, but cute chapter. So... I'm pretty sure I'm just gonna end this after Cheyenne is born, then just start a whole different story of them actually raising the kids, otherwise this is going to be soooooooooo long... Thoughts? Opinions? Yay? Nay? Lol. Just let me know! I'm trying to write as much as I can, but like I said, i wont be able to update as much as I used to, but I'm tryin! Just bare with me for a little bit, hopefully things will be back to normal soon. Any way... enjoy. Annnddd... Let me know what you think by leaving me a REVIEW. ;D It'd mean alot... Always gives me more motivation to write more. Thank you for reading. :)

"Would it be completely inappropriate if I didn't wear a bra to my baby shower?"

"It's gonna be all girls, right?" I nodded. "Then no, not at all..." Brock answered.

"Yes, it would be." Nancy objected.

"Why? You know how it feels…"

"Yes, but I dealt with it and wore one to my baby shower." I sighed. "Alright… The candy jars are all wrapped with ribbons and so are the bubble. The streamers are hung, the balloons are blown up, the furniture is arranged, the tables are covered, I'll be over first thing tomorrow to do last minute stuff and cook."

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" She laughed and hugged me. "I cant thank you enough for all of this…"

"You helped with mine, it's only right if I help with yours."

"Help? You did it all!"

"Well, I've been there before and I know how much fun pregnancy is…" She winked. "Besides, I like stuff like this… I helped with your wedding too."

"Another thing you did, not help, did."

"Well, I don't mind one bit."

"What time are people comin over?"

"Two."

"Alright… So I'll see you at 10?" I asked with a smile.

"Are you crazy? I'll be here at 8."

"You'll be climbin through a window."

"9, no later."

"Deal."

"Okay, I'll see y'all later."

"Bye." Brock and I both said.

"Man… that woman is insane." Brock said, from the couch. I plopped down beside him and nodded.

"Yeah… she is. And I couldn't be more grateful. She's done so much."

"Yeah. She's here… a lot."

"Oh, whatever, Brock. You love 'that woman'."

"Y'see, I do. Her and Steve are our closest friends, have been for years, but it's her way or no way… And I already have enough of those runnin around. Just you, but that's enough." I laughed.

"I think that's why we get along so well."

"Yeah, well both of you together for too long isn't a good thing."

"That's how I feel about you and Steve, which reminds me… What're you guys gonna do tomorrow?" He shrugged.

"Golf, fish, man stuff…"

"Alright, well, have fun doin your man stuff, when you get home you'll have to help me go through the presents and stuff." He sighed.

"Fun…"

"Mhmm…" He leaned over and kissed my belly, then rested his head in my lap.

"Can you just push him out already?"

"I would if I could… How do you know it's a him?"

"I can just feel it." I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.

"You are gonna be so disappointed when it comes out and it's a girl."

"It wont be."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because… I cant have a daughter. I need a son, somebody I can coach football for and take fishin and fix cars with."

"You don't fix cars."

"No, but I try." I chuckled. "I cant pick out Barbie's and do hair and stuff."

"That's why you have me. You'll love it whether it's a girl, boy, alien I don't care."

"Of course I'll love it, but it'd just be a lot easier to love a boy." I raised an eyebrow annd glared down at him.

"Excuse me?" How dare he say that.

"I just really want a boy. I'll still love my daughter, it just wont be as fun… Oh man…"

"What?"

"What if it is a girl… What am I gonna do when she goes on her first date? Or gets her first boyfriend? Or gets married?" His eyes got wide and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think we have a while to think about that, honey."

"Yeah, but it's gonna happen one day…"

"We'll worry about it when the time comes."

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to have a daughter."

"That's not really your decision to make."

"But, Reba-"

"Brock. Just stop and agree that you're going to love your child no matter what." He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Fine…"

"Sound happy about it." I demanded. He opened one eye and I smirked at his annoyance.

"I'll love my child no matter what…" He sounded sarcastic and I rolled my eyes and sat back. "And I'm not just sayin that cuz you made me… it's the truth." I smiled and ran my hand through his hair.

"I know…" I whispered.

"Hey! We should go through that baby name book. We only have two months left…" he jumped up excitedly and grabbed it out of our room. "How about Alex for a boy?" He asked, walking out and still on the first page. I laughed as he sat next to me.

"How bout we put some time in this and not just agree on the first name in the baby book." I suggested.

"It's not the first, Reba…" He said matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes and snatched the book out of his hand.

"We'll do our boys name first, even though I'm pushin her out before she grows a wiener." He laughed and I couldn't help the quiet chuckle that escaped my lips.

"I don't think that's your decision to make." He said, in a mocking voice.

"Alright, we'll see about that… If it's a girl, I get a new car-"

"And we get pregnant again right away and try for a boy."

"Ha! Are you gonna be the pregnant one next time? Cuz I'm not doin this again for a while…"

"C'mon…Please… It's not fair if you get your girl and I don't get my boy…" he whined.

"Brock, I don't care whether it's a boy or a girl, although now I'm kinda hopin it's a girl." I said with a grin.

"Just to make me mad." He added and I nodded.

"And you'll get your boy, eventually… maybe. Unless we get all girls." His eyes widened.

"No. Nope. We're gonna keep poppin them out until I get my boy." I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh boy…" he nodded.

"Yep… I don't care if we're one of those people who have like 29 children. I'm gettin my boy." He said, sternly. I laughed.

"I'm not havin 29 children, Brock."

"28?"

"We could probably work somethin out… We're gonna start adopting after the 4th one though, I wouldn't be able to handle being pregnant more than 4 times."

"It'll become normal to you," He said, smiling. I shook my head slowly.

"You'll get a boy when you get a boy." He nodded.

"Alright. Now, names…" We looked down and I instantly started laughing. "What?" I shook my head.

"Who…" I chuckled again. "Who in the world would wanna name their child Adolf?!"

"Uh, Hitlers mother, apparently."

"I mean nowadays, mo-ron. Who would wanna name their child after Adolf Hitler?" he shrugged.

"Theres some crazy people out there, Reba… Just go to Wal-Mart." I chuckled and we continued to flipped though the pages. We went through the book twice, throwing out names left and right, boy and girl. He sighed, frustrated and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This is exhausting… There is nothing."

"How about Bradley?" I asked, just giving him a suggestion. He opened his eyes and let his hand fall.

"Bradley… That actually isn't half bad… Let's go with Bradley." I smirked.

"We're probably gonna change our minds when we see him… if it's a him." he nodded.

"I know, lets just go with it for now. Middle name?" I shrugged. "Alexander?" He asked, as if I had said it. "Alright, Alexander it is, then." I scuffed and shook my head.

"That works. Girl names?"

"Ugh… This is hard."

"Quit complainin, c'mon. Ashley, Becky, Cassie, Blah, blah, blah…" I said, flipping through the pages. He sat forward and looked at the book in my lap.

"Lets be serious, go back and actually look." I looked at him, confused as to why he suddenly had motivation. "I wanna get in over with." He answered my questioning face. I nodded, understanding now and flipped back a few pages. We slowly went over every name, arguing because we couldn't agree on anything. I rolled my eyes and sat the book in his lap, then attempted to get up, trying to be dramatic and make it obvious that I was mad. I heard him chuckle softly and I shot him a dirty look. He put his lips in a staright line to stop himself from laughing and I rolled my eyes. "Need some help, there, sweetheart?"

"No!" I said, then regretted it because I did. "Yes…" He smiled and got up to pull me up. "Thanks…" I mumbled, then pushed passed him to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water and took my vitamins, then got a glass of crushed ice.

"How about Cheyenne?!" He asked, running into the kitchen with a lit-up face. I bit my lip, thinking.

"Since when do you have good taste in names?" I asked, taking the book from his hands to stare at the name. He shrugged and looked over my shoulder.

"I just saw it and…"

"It was meant to be?" I asked, laughing at the cliché saying.

"Okay, I know it's cheesy, but it just stood out. I really like it." I smiled and nodded.

"Me too…"

"Really?!" I nodded again and turned around to smiled at him. "No more arguing? We have our names?"

"Yep. Well, Cheyenne needs a middle name still…"

"Hm… What goes with Cheyenne?" I shrugged.

"Good question." I said. "How about we name her after somebody…"

"Who?"

"One of our grandmothers?"

"Well, lets see… We both have one that's still alive. Yours is Eleanor, mine's Elise…"

"Cheyenne Eleanor…" I scrunched my nose. "Cheyenne Elise…" I looked to see his expression. "Which one?" I asked, hoping he would pick his grandmothers name.

"Which one do you like?"

"I, personally, like Elise-"

"Thank God… Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with Eleanor, but it just doesn't go with Cheyenne." I nodded.

"I know. So, Cheyenne Elise Hart?" He smiled and nodded before kissing my forehead.

"Our next daughter can be Eleanor…" he said, reassuring me. I grinned.

"Our next daughter, huh?"

"If we have one, I mean."

"And you're gonna want another one?"

"What? I don't know. If we have another daughter her middle name will be Eleanor."

"Alright… But we're waiting. A few years." His jaw fell.

"Years? How many?!" I shrugged.

"I don't know, but I'm not goin through this again right away." He frowned. "You have it easy, Brock!"

"Oh… Okay. If you think dealin with you is easy." He mumbled. I raised my eyebrows and laughed.

"I'm sorry… Am I mean?"

"You can be. You're so moody…" I smirked.

"Maybe the couch will treat you better tonight." I said, then stormed out of the kitchen.

"What?" He snapped, then followed me into our room. "I don't mind, sweetheart…"

"Don't try 'sweetheartin' me now, Brock. Grab your pillows and get out."

"But, honey…" I glared at him as I fluffed my pillows and pulled back the comforter and sheet. "Don't be mad. Please." I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom. I pulled my hair back and started brushing my teeth. He came in and walked behind me. "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "I love your mood-swings." He lied, smiling. I spit in the sink and watched him in the mirror.

"Liar." I said, then started brushing again.

"Really! I do…" I shook my head and kept brushing as He unwrapped his arms and started brushing his own teeth. I rinsed my toothbrush and put it away, then walked back into the bedroom. He followed me a few minutes later. "Can I please sleep in here?" he begged. I glared at him again as removed my pajama pants and crawled into bed.

"Don't talk."

"I wont, I promise." He smiled and climbed in on his side. We both shut off our lights and I turned my back to him. I felt his strong arm wrap under my big belly and pull me close to him.

"Don't touch either." I said, unwrapping his arm.

"Oh, c'mon… That's no fun." I rolled my eyes. "I love you…" He pushed.

"I said don't talk." He sighed and stayed quiet. "I love you too." I responded, feeling kind of bad. He wrapped his arm back around me and kissed my cheek. "That doesn't give you permission to touch."

"I don't care." He stated, then rested his hand on my stomach. "Make him kick."

"I cant control when it kicks."

"Don't lie, Reba… You know he loves your voice. Just hum, that's usually enough to make him kick a few times."

"I'm goin to sleep, Brock."

"Pleeeeaasssee…" He breathed in my ear, making me squirm and laugh quietly. "Please, please, please, please, pleaaasseee…" He whispered, tickling my neck before he softly kissed it. I sighed and quietly started to hum. I felt him smile against my shoulder before he rested his chin on it. I hummed and he listened for about a minute before I felt little movements in my stomach. I took Brocks hand and slid it to where I felt it. He let out a content sigh and I stopped humming. "Keep going… please." I smiled and shook my head, then continued to quietly hum. It only lasted a few more minutes before I felt my humming get lazy and just stop all together. The baby stopped moving immediately and Brock rested his head on the pillow, not removing his hand from my stomach. I rested my hand over his and fell asleep almost instantly.