Page 110 of Skating the Blue Line
“Okay, so I will be crossing that one out,” I say, not feeling the name now that he’s said how he feels about it.
Taking my pen, I cross out the name on the list that I have going on.
A list that has been growing since we found out what we are having.
We have officially hit the point in my pregnancy where picking out a name and making sure that the nursery is all set and ready to go, have become a top priority.
We are getting things done but there is still a lot more waiting for us in the trenches.
One of those is coming up with a plan just in case Liam is out of town when I go into labor.
After an amazing season, the Dark Knights are officially in the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Good news for the team, bad news for me because given my due date there's a possible chance that Liam could be states away when it’s time.
Right now, he’s not worried, but that could change depending on if the team advances to the conference finals.
I want the Knights to win, but I also want Liam in the room with me when it’s time.
We just have to keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best.
For now, we have baby names to think about and baby furniture that needs to be finished.
“What about the name Courtney?” I suggest.
Liam doesn’t even answer, he just makes a face and goes back to concentrating on tightening a screw.
“So, crossing out that one too.” I say, dragging the pen across the paper.
I have a feeling that there will be a lot of crossing out before we find the right one.
I’m about to suggest that we should just pick a name out of a cup or something, but then I catch a glimpse of Liam's face and I stop myself.
Things between me and Liam have been okay these past two weeks after our heated conversation but still a little rocky.
He says he’s not mad whenever I ask him, but he still seems to get agitated whenever I mention the fact that I will be moving out when the baby gets here.
Maybe not right away, but it is still happening.
I’ve been trying to make the best of the situation, but it’s a little hard at times. Especially when he doesn't talk to me for a while and I feel like I’m pulling words out of him.
Just a little glimpse at what I was afraid of, I guess.
I shake my head, not wanting to think about and move on to the next name.
“Oh, what about Gabriella?” I throw out there. It’s cute but I don’t if I’m sold on it.
“Sounds way too much like that girl’s name from High School Musical.” He throws out.
I’m surprised that he even knows what High School Musical even is.
First the bad bunny ringtone and now this. If I didn’t know it already, I would say that Liam Crawford knows more about pop culture than he lets on.
“It is the girl's name from High School Musical,” I tell him, trying to hold back a smile.
“Then I would scratch that off too.” He tells me, nodding toward the list.
“Okay, so no Gabriella.” Another strike across the paper. “Are there any names that you like? I can’t be the only one that put a list together.”
Liam just gives me a grunt in response.
