AN: So I've gotten a few messages recently about this story and it's finished, has been finished. I am just terrible when it comes to everything. So after two years here's an update. I will be posting the rest/end of this story if anyone is still interested.

"Heather, can we please talk about names?" Veronica whispered unsure of whether her wife was sleeping or not.

"I told you the names I want, Veronica, you don't agree." Heather sat up wiping tears from her cheeks.

"You insist on the name Heather for a girl! We are not naming our daughter after you." Veronica shook her head.

"Can we have this conversation in the other room? There's chocolate out there." Heather got out of bed and started to walk out of the bedroom, Veronica quickly followed suit.

"You shoot down Heather but have yet to come up with a better name. Also, how many times have I told you we would be naming her after Heather, not me." Veronica let out a deep sigh at her wife's argument.

"We can come back to girls names later, what about for a boy? I really like Jason." She smiled as she watch disgust wash across Heather's face.

"After the creep that was obsessed with you in school? You know the one that stalked you almost all of junior year? Absolutely not." Her voice rising as she took a bite of chocolate.

"He was not obsessed with me. I just really like the name, it has nothing to do with him." Veronica rolled her eyes, "plus it's better than the name you want for a boy. Who names their child Kurt?"

"For the last time I do not want to name our son Kurt," Heather's voice was sharp, "I want the name Elijah or Oliver."

"Oliver? Oliver is a contender for you but not Jason? I do not understand you." Veronica was quick with her words knowing where this was headed.

"I will not name our son after a psychopath that, on multiple occasions, tried to take you from me. He was going to kill you Veronica, do you not remember that? He tried to blow up the school, with all of us in it!" Heather yelled as she balled her fists on the table.

"Dammit Heather, I just like the fucking name!" Veronica spit back.

"I don't like the name Jason." Heather took another bite of chocolate eyeing Veronica.

"And I don't like the name Oliver!" She sat quietly for a minute, "Heather is still a no, too."

"You want the name Gertrude for a girl." Heather slammed her fist on the table.

"Yes, after the famous writer Gertrude Stein. Gertrude Sawyer-Chandler, Chandler-Sawyer?" She made a confused face trying to figure the flow of the names, "We'll figure that part out later."

"Wasn't she a lesbian?" Heather put the chocolate down and Veronica stared blankly at her.

"Really Heather?" Was the only thing Veronica could get out.

"We are not naming our daughter Gertrude!" Heather yelled as she got up from the table. "Absolutely not naming our daughter Gertrude!" Within seconds she slammed the bathroom door and had the shower running.

Heather sighed as she felt the warm water run over her body. Veronica was the only person she hated fighting with, even if it was a silly fight like baby names. She ran her hands down the front of her body resting them on her stomach.

"Your mommy is going to drive me crazy, yes she is." Heather cooed, a firm kick landed against her hand. "That's how I feel right now too." She winced when she received another kick, this one into her rib cage. She shook her head and brushed away the pain as she went to actually showering. She was lost deep in her thoughts when a light knock on the bathroom door startled her back to reality.

"Heather?" Veronica's voice barely audible over the water. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, you've been in there a while."

"I'm fine, Veronica." Heather sighed, "the door is open if you want to come in." she picked up the shampoo bottle smiling as the door creaked open.

"I know I've already showered, but would you mind if I joined you?" She peeked through the glass.

"I guess." Veronica instantly caught onto the unsure tone in her wife's voice.

"Heather, if you don't want me to it's really okay. I'll read and wait." she kept her tone soft reassuring her wife that it really was okay.

"Veronica, just get in."

Veronica quickly undressed and stepped in the shower taking in the sight before her. Even with the pregnancy Heather was more beautiful than ever. She pushed the wet curls out of the way with one hand while the other made its way to Heather's waist, her chin resting on Heather's shoulder.

Heather felt the heat in her cheeks and knew she was red. Even though Veronica had seen her naked almost every day of the pregnancy she still felt insecure. She gave Veronica a small smile as another hand made its way to her waist.

Veronica placed chaste kisses on her neck. Heather tilted her head to the side exposing more of her neck to Veronica.

"You," she continued speaking between kisses "are" another kiss "so" another kiss "beautiful." She placed a final kiss on Heather's neck her grip around her waist tightening.

Heather stepped into Veronica's touch sighing at the contact enjoying the moment. Veronica's breath hot on her neck, fingernails starting to trace over hips down to thighs and back. Heather melted into Veronica's touch leaning against the shorter woman.

"Veronica," Heather found her wife's hands and laced their fingers together, "this is quite very." She pulled the woman's hands over her baby bump and rested them on top. She could feel Veronica's smile against her shoulder before a kiss was placed there.

"When was the last time we did this?" Veronica asked turning Heather around.

"It has been a while." She ran her hands through wet hair placing a soft kiss on Veronica's forehead. "Definitely the beginning of the pregnancy."

"Well considering you were sick for almost the first four months" She ran a finger down Heather's stomach blue nails tracing the tight skin.

"I didn't want to be pregnant," Heather ran her fingers up Veronica's sides, "I was miserable. I spent more time on the floor in the bathroom than I did anywhere else." She shivered as the water ran down her back. She pulled Veronica in for a kiss hands gripping her waist. Veronica deepened the kiss hands desperately trying to pull Heather closer.

Heather pulled away rewarding her with a whimper from Veronica. "I'll be in bed waiting."