#NoName

"Ben!" Miranda called excitedly.

Her husband flew into the room. "What? What!? Miranda?!" Ben asked running to her side.

"The baby just kicked! He kicked. She kicked!" She responded with a huge smile.

"Really?" He asked climbing onto the bed.

She nodded. Miranda lifted her shirt up. "Put your hand… here," she told him picking up his hand and placing it on stomach. Miranda winked at Ben. The look he was giving her made her stomach flutter just as the baby moved. She licked her lips as Ben's eyes lit up. "You feel her?"

"Her?" He asked squinting.

"Him?" Ben cocked his head to the side. "It's just a guess. It's fifty-fifty, right?" It was Ben's turn to nod. "And I don't feel any of the stress that I felt with Tuck."

They sat quietly on the bed, touching her stomach, feeling for movement. Every kick or movement made them jump and laugh. "A girl, hunh?"

Miranda raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Maybe."

"Do you want a girl?" She shrugged her shoulders. It honestly didn't matter. She'd love to have a daughter but having another son would be just as great. She relayed this to Ben. "I feel that way, too." She looked at him. "I just can't wait. I'm so excited. I can't believe we're halfway finished."

Miranda sighed. "I know. And I'm still going to get bigger." She poked out her bottom lip and could feel tears about to flow from her eyes.

Ben sensed what was about to happen and chuckled. She'd been crying a lot more. Not just when she was upset or feeling bad, but when she was happy or just watching a film that moved her or any of the ten novels she was currently reading. "No, no, no, baby, don't cry. You're beautiful. You'll be beautiful in twenty weeks and in twenty years. " She nodded and a tear fell. "I love you, Miranda," he said leaning over to kiss her gently on the lips. The baby moved again and he laughed. Miranda joined in.

"You, uh, you made the baby jealous," she told Ben sniffling.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, little one. I love you, too." He kissed her stomach. "My little… uh, hmmm… Cheddar."

"Cheddar?" She asked looking over at her husband. He was so odd sometimes. "Like the cheese?"

He smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah, baby needs a nickname."

She twisted her lips. "Cheddar," she said slowly. "I like it."