Month 5: December 25

"How about Daniel? I really like Daniel."

I scrunched my nose. "I knew a guy named Daniel once. Remember? He tried to kill me."

Cammie sighed. "So he can't have the same name as someone who tried to assassinate you?"

"I would prefer it that way, yes."

"Well, there goes like, half of my list."

I laughed and kissed her nose. She smiled and leaned into my side.

It was Christmas. We were lying on the couch, watching holiday classics and mulling over baby names. Baby boy names. That's right. A boy.

"Maybe… Ryan? Ryan Goode." She nudged my shoulder with her forehead.

"Better, but not quite. It's needs to be something really really cool. Ya know? Like… Ryder or Bradley."

"No way and na-uh."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to A Christmas Carol.

"Michael?"

I stuck out my tongue.

"Liam?"

"Lame!"

"Calvin." She said, spreading her arms wide like she was presenting an award.

"Like Calvin Klein? No. He can't have the same name as a fashion designer."

"Fine. Alex?"

"Nope." I shook my head.

"Jason. Jason's cool, right?"

"Not cool enough."

"Samuel?"

I shook my head.

"Aaron?"

"Uh-uh."

"Josh."

"What?" I whirled on her and pointed at the baby bump under her snowflake pajamas. "You want to name my baby boy after JIMMY?"

She shrugged, sipping her hot chocolate. "Joshua is a nice name."

I could feel my jaw starting to slacken. I reached my hand out and put it over our little anyone-but-Josh. "No no no no no. Cammie!"

She snorted. "I was just making sure you were still paying attention."

I narrowed my eyes. "You cruel monster."

"Yes, yes I know."

I growled. "Let's just enjoy our Christmas."

"Nope. Not until you pick a name."

"Oh! Charlie!" She bounced up from my lap. "Let's name him Charlie!"

The Peanuts had just come on.

"No." I said, pulling her back to me.

She grumbled. "This is impossible Zach. You don't like any of them."

"Not true. I still like Flash."

She simply glared at me. Shut down. "Can't you pick a nice name? Something respectable? What if he becomes the president, huh? Then what? Mr. President, Flash Goode? No."

"He's not gonna be the president Cam."

Her eyes flared violently. I leaned away instinctively. "How dare you say that. My baby boy can be anything he wants to be."

"Of course honey."

"James." I said. I was amazed she didn't turn around and yell 'sounds like a hooligan' for the twentieth time. Instead, she looked at me with her head tilted to the side and her eyes light up.

"Zach… that one doesn't sound like a gangster!"

I pouted. "Thanks."

"No, no really. That could be the one! James…" She rolled it around on her tongue. "Yes! It's perfect!"

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"Woo hoo!" I jumped to my feet, bringing Cammie up with me. "My kids gonna be named after James Bond!" I swung her around.

"Wait…" She slowly narrowed he eyes. " I don't think that's-"

"Na-uh! No take-backs!" I kissed her forehead, relieved that we'd finally picked one.

"But-"

"Nope. That's it. James. We're done."

She sighed and leaned against my chest. "Fine Zach. He can be James. James Goode."

Perfect.

It was late now. We'd been at this discussion for hours. It felt like our Christmas had been wasted. I decided to deploy Operation: Save Christmas.

"Alright Cam. One last present."

"Huh?" She gave me a funny look. We'd unwrapped all our gifts this morning.

"Wait here!" I ran into our bedroom, snatched a wad out of my nightstand, and ran back. She hadn't moved an inch, but then again, I'd only been gone for about a second.

"What are you doing?"

"Saving Christmas!" I smiled, a bit idiotically I'll admit. "Make out mistletoe!" I showed her the little plant I'd been keeping in my drawer for tonight.

She laughed. "You want to make out with a moody pregnant woman?"

"Yes!" I held it above us and pulled her closer. Her belly bumped against me and she laughed again.

"You're gonna gross out poor little James."

I shook my head at her. "James Bond is a man of romance." I patted Cam's stomach. "I'm sure he'll understand Gallagher Girl." I kissed her eagerly and she gave in, wrapping her arms around my neck habitually.

Christmas was saved.

My Christmas present to you all. God bless.

~SpaceNut