You laugh as you watch your husband leaping around the room being his usual self. He stops whilst standing on the coffee table, saying, “…and then I’ll pick you up-” he jumps down towards you and hauls you up into his arms, “-swoop you into the car and drive you to the hospital in, like, five minutes, being the hero and everything! How does that sound, ________?” He kisses your cheek as he stands proudly, as if he had just saved you from a burning building or something.
“Wow, thanks, sweetie. Surprised you can still pick me up,” you say with a grin, one arm wrapped around his neck and the other on your tummy as he carries you, “…y’know, that sounds great, Alfred, but it didn’t answer my original question.”
As if he had just come out of a trance, he shakes his head and says, “Huh? Oh, sorry, what was it again?” He sits you back down on the couch and stands back up, hands on hips in his superhero pose.
“What do you think of the name (name you like)?”
He lets his arms drop. “Ah, sorry, honey. Uh, well, it’s alright, I suppose.” He suddenly dives onto the couch next to you, placing both hands on your large tummy, “You need a good name… Well you’re gonna be a hero like your daddy, so you need a hero name!”
“Like what, exactly? Superman?” You ask.
He laughs, “Well, maybe not Superman, exactly. Something like…”
“Like Alfred?”
“Alfred is the best type of hero name!”
You smile as you both feel little kicks coming from your tummy, “He likes the name Alfred.”
Alfred grins at you, saying, “Kicks like a hero, too. Well, who knows, he might take after you. Or she. Hey, baby, you gonna be beautiful like your mommy or a hero like your daddy?”
You raise your eyebrows, “Who says I’m not a hero, too? Anyone who can put up with you for this long is definitely a hero.”
“Hey! You agreed to marry me, didn’t you?” he sits up properly and you lean forward to kiss him.
“I sure did. Best decision I ever made. And the next best decision will be a good name for the little one, with your help, if you don’t mind taking five minutes out of your busy hero schedule.” You grab his shirt to hold him still, passing the book of names to him.
He rolls his eyes, “Alright, as long as it goes with ‘Jones’ we’re fine. If only we knew if you were a boy or a girl…” Alfred rests his head on your tummy. He suddenly starts grinning, madly, “________! I can hear what it’s whispering to me! It’s telling me… she’s a girl! And she likes the name…”
“Alfred-”
He holds up his index finger to silence you, “Nononono, shh! She likes the name… Wonder Woman!”
He launches himself to the floor before you can retaliate.