"How about Owen?"
Lucy scrunched her face in response. "Owen Orion Fletcher?"
"It's gotta ring to it." Noah declared with a shrug as he gently laid his head on Lucy's stomach. Suddenly, he felt a slight kick.
"Woah there, champ. You can't just kick your daddy like that! When you get outta there, you're grounded."
His wife chuckled. "It may not even be a boy you know. It's just a feeling." Noah began lightly rubbing her stomach. They were having a kid. He was going to be a father. He still couldn't quite believe it.
"Mothers intuition. That's good enough for me." He replied, stretching up on his place on their bed to plant a kiss on Lucy's lips. Smiling against them he asked, "why don't we ask the little guy what he wants to be called?"
Lucy smiled and nodded, deciding to entertain his idea. His trademark smile stretches into a grin. Ever since Noah found out she was pregnant, he's been overjoyed. He's constantly been talking to her stomach and everyday he wakes up with a bright smile on his face.
"Hayden?" Noah questions as he sets his head back down towards her stomach. No response from child. "Told you that one was too girly." Lucy hits him playfully.
"Ashton?" No response. "Too flashy, right? See, our little dude agrees with his old man." Noah continues. Lucy sticks her tongue out at him and starts to run her hand through his hair as he continues trying out names.
"Caleb?" Nothing.
"Troy? Garrett?" Silence.
"Jason?" No movement.
"Don't like my choices either, eh? You're a picky one aren't you... Rhys?" A slight kick. Noah startles at the reaction, but grins nonetheless, staring expectantly up at his wife.
Lucy rolls her eyes. "He kicked before when you said Owen too, babe. He's just fussy right now. Don't read into it too much."
He frowns, looking back down at his child in the womb. "Is your mommy right? Are you just fussy right now, Rhys?"
More kicking. Noah laughs and rubs her stomach. "I'm telling you, Lucy. He likes it."
Intrigued, Lucy sits up and places her hands over her husband's. "Rhys, huh?" Another kick. They're both smiling uncontrollably by now. Noah holds a finger up to his mouth, silently telling her not to speak.
A few moments later, he brings his face to her stomach once more and murmurs softly to it. "Rhys..."
Just like that, the baby kicks once more.
Noah kisses her stomach. "Okay, if that's what you want. I'll have to converse with your landlord first though. You haven't exactly been keeping up on your rent. She's got a weak spot for me though." He begins to sit up, but as if on a second thought, he stops and smirks. He kisses her stomach once more and murmurs, "I love you, Rhys."
Just like that, the baby kicks again. Noah emits a sigh that resembles a laugh, as if he's in disbelief.
Lucy can feel tears beginning to sting her eyes. Noah leans up and kisses her exposed shoulder. She looks like hell in her maternity pants and white tank top, but she's never felt more loved than in that moment. He then kisses her jaw, and around to her lips. He cups her face as he deepens the kiss, and she can feel the tears spill over. Tears of pure joy. He pulls away slightly and she can feel his breath on her lips.
"I love you too, Rhys' landlord."
She laughs through her tears and pulls him in for another kiss.