Page 94 of Interference
“Well damn, that sounds horrible,” she teases as she grabs her ice cream. “To make matters worse, my ice cream is melted.”
I tap her leg. “Move, I’ll go order you a new one.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Trust me, it is.”
She slides out of the booth and goes back to the side she was originally sitting on. I get up, go to the counter, and order another round.
“Thank you,” she says when I hand her a new ice cream.
“You’re welcome.”
“You treat me so well,” she sighs as she brings her cone to her mouth.
“Because you deserve it.”
“Okay, enough of the feels shit. I’m starting to get hives. How do you feel about the name Maverick?” she asks.
“We aren’t naming our child after aTop Guncharacter.”
She pouts. “You’re no fun.”
“That’s not what you were saying the other night,” I tease.
“Ugh, none of that. I want to enjoy my ice cream without being horny. Now let’s talk baby names. How do you feel about Clover, for a girl?”
“Please no,” I beg.
“Okay, then what do you have in mind?”
“How about Dustin for a boy? Casey could work for both…”
Her nose crinkles. “Absolutely not, try again. Oh, and no unisex names.”
While we don’t come up with a baby name, we do have fun coming up with ones that we don’t like, which is just as helpful. We might not know what we want in a baby name, but we sure as hell know what we don’t.
All that matters is that we have time. We don’t need to make any decisions today. We still have a couple of weeks to figure it out…unless she goes into labor early…
twenty-four
When I first found out I was pregnant, I freaked out. It changed my whole life, and I couldn’t see how good it would be for me.
Now, I’m sitting in class, actually paying attention to the teacher instead of going over routines in my head. I always had to keep my grades up to stay on the skating team, but ever since I stopped skating, my grades have gotten better.
I think I actually even enjoy some of my classes.
Even if I don’t make it to the Olympics, I will be grateful for this. I learned that not everything has to be about skating and that there is life outside of the rink. One with a handsome hockey player who wants to be part of my world for the indefinite future.
The teacher calls class, so I grab my things and head outside. When my phone vibrates, I smile.
“Hey, handsome. What are you up to?” I ask Brett as I answer the phone.
“Can you meet me right now?” he asks.
“Sure. Is something wrong? Are you okay? I don’t have my car, but it would only take me like ten minutes to walk back to the apartment,” I spit off in succession.
“No. Calm down. I’m on campus. Can you meet me at the library?”
