Michonne gently rubbed her belly while Rick read from an obnoxiously large baby book. They were sitting on their New Temper-Punic bed - Michonne's suggestion - and deciding what they were going to name their not so little peanut.
"What about Naveah if it's a girl?" Rick asked as he paused on the page with name.
Michonne visibly recoiled. "I hate that name so much."
"Why? It's heaven spelt backwards."
"Which is why it's a no from me, Rick."
"I think it's cute." He retorted.
"I think you need to try again." She said with a tone of finality.
Rick chuckled and flipped the pages randomly. He was going to miss these moments; when it was just him and her and Coco, their baby pit. "Okay what about... James for a boy?"
"Basic, but I like it." She said as she gently brushed his hair away from his face.
"Finally gettin' somewhere." He was tired, but he would stay up with her until she fell asleep just because. She knew this and didn't approve, but there was no fighting him. "Okay what about..." He said as he flipped to the front of the book. "Abraham?"
"We'll never hear the end of it from if we name our child after Abe." Rick laughed deeply, his chest shaking his hair. "But I wouldn't mind it as a middle name."
"Really?" His eyebrows shot up.
"Yeah." She said absently. "Why not?"
Rick stayed quiet for a moment. They had almost lost him while he was on tour in Afghanistan. Sasha had been a mess at the time and he and Michonne stood by and watched as the woman nearly became a shell of herself. Abraham had been hospitalized for months before being discharged. It took even longer for him to crack a smile. "I guess it could work."
"We can't ever let him know though." She quickly said. "He doesn't know how to take a compliment."
Rick chuckled again. "He'll find out eventually."
"Yeah." She said, as he rubbed her stomach.