Hey guys! Not gonna lie I am very sick, and super busy, and also dying, so this should be fun. I am so tired. One of you out there that the baby's birthday be November 10th. Just wondering why. Let me know if you can. Please let me know what you think, and thank you so much for reading

-Aislin

"Do you want to know the sex of the baby?" The doctor asked as she was supposed to. All couples got the choice of knowing or not knowing. The middle aged physician always made a bet with their colleagues on what the couple would choose.

"Yes," The mechanic and the shrink replied in unison. It was the quickest answer Doctor Meijer had ever encountered, and she owed her receptionist 30 bucks.

"That was quick," She observed. "Any reason in particular? Not that it matters, but I'm just interested."

"It's logical," Happy answered immediately.

"It means we can buy it the right clothes, and decorate its room appropriately, and pick out a name, and you get the point. This is the most logical path," Toby explained.

"Sounds very reasonable," Dr. Meijer laughed. "I bet you two will be the most prepared parents to walk the earth."

"We want to be as prepared as possible," Happy dismissed. "So, if you wanna, you know, get on with it."

"What my very rude wife means to say is that we are excited to find out, and we can't wait for you to tell us," Toby corrected.

"I am not rude. I am direct," Happy rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say," Toby chuckled.

"Alright," Dr. Meijer interrupted, "So, you're ready?"

"Yes," They responded in unison once again.

"You are having a baby girl," The doctor smiled, "Congratulations. On your next visit we'll-"

"Alright, we're good. We'll be going now," Happy finished moving to leave the doctor's office. Toby chased after her. He actually seemed to do that alot. More than a normal person. The things he did for the woman he loved. He hoped their daughter wouldn't be so fond of running away from him.

"Ok, I'll see you next time," Dr. Meijer called into the hallway.

"Are you excited we're having a little girl?" Toby probed Happy during the car ride home. She had been surprisingly quiet for the past half an hour.

"I guess," She muttered. She had her head rested against the window and she was avoiding eye contact.

"What's wrong?" He took one hand off the wheel in order to take one of hers. She looked down at his hand and moved both of hers to play with his. She didn't look up.

"Shouldn't you know? You're supposed to be the shrink," She sighed.

"Ooh," He cooed. "Outright hostility, what's got you upset?" She rolled her eyes. He could never really turn off the shrink side of him.

"Nothing has me upset," She dismissed.

He pulled into their driveway, and pulled her out the truck through his side. He used his left hand to hold hers, and he placed his right hand on her back, so that he could effectively push into the house. As he closed the front door behind them, he turned back around and tried to get her to talk again, "You can talk to be about anything, Happy. It's not like I'm going to get upset at you."

"I know, I know," She waved her hands. "You love me. I love you. It works. I get it."

"What's wrong?" He chuckled.

"I don't know if I can raise a girl," She admitted. He flopped down on the sofa next to her and gave her a reassuring grin.

"Of course you can raise a girl, you're a girl," Toby smiled.

"But I'm not really, am I?" Happy sighed. "I've never been open. I've never liked girly things, and I've never actually gotten along with other girls."

"You get along with Paige," He pointed out.

"Yeah, but that's an outlier," She disagreed. "She's the only one."

"Look, I could tell you it's gonna be easy," Toby began to tell her.

"You could. I'm vulnerable right now. I'd believe you," She looked up at him.

He took her hands into his, "Happy, it won't be easy, but we are going to get through it. You are the strongest person I have ever met in my entire life, and out of everyone I've ever known you love the most." She looked up at him questioningly. "So what you don't trust people easily? And so what you aren't loud about your feelings? You show your feelings to the people you care about and that's what matters. Our little girl is going to be lucky to have you."

"Your really think so?" She clarified. He was the only person she ever showed any insecurity. "What if-"

"You don't need to worry. We're going to be great," Toby promised.

"If you say so, Doc," She accepted.

"We should think about naming her," Toby suggested.

"You name names and tell me what they mean, and I'll tell you if I like them," She instructed. She then laid down and using his legs as a pillow. He took out his phone to look up names.

"What about Paisley?" Toby asked. "It sounds nice."

"Too cutesy and it's just a pattern and a color. Why would we name our child a color or a pattern? That's stupid," Happy rejected. "It would be like naming our daughter purple."

"Lily?"

"We aren't naming our daughter after a flower."

"So that eliminates Rose, Daisy, Chrysanthemum," Toby listed.

"Yep."

He had been listing names for an hour at this point. She had rejected 90% of the names outright, and they had 30 names on the maybe list. "I just found one I really like," He smiled down her. "It's Irish. It means Ambitious and Fierce which is exactly what we want our daughter to be. What do you think of Nessa."

"I love it," She grinned up at him. "I think we just picked out a name, Doc."

"Not quite we need a middle name for Nessa," He chuckled.

"Ugh, can't that wait for another day?" She groaned. "I'm tired."

"From doing what?"

"From using nothing but my own energy to grow a baby, dumbass."