You cringe as you feel wetness on the skin around your toenails.
Lud, I really dont think--
Shh, ________, Im doing fine, he lies. You know your German husband is lying because you can feel the nail polish on your skin. You didnt really need or even want your nails painted, but Ludwig had insisted seeing as its something you cant do by yourself at the moment. Hes wanted to do everything for you since the moment you said you were pregnant.
Youve got your feet on the coffee table and Ludwig is leaning over them so he can see what hes doing, the pot of colour next to your feet.
Fine, but Im just saying that I can feel my skin being painted, too, you mutter, opening the baby name book. He doesnt bother replying, working hard despite it being something so simple.
...Have you found anything in there you like? he asks after a moment, nodding at the book.
Sort of. What do you think of (name you like)? you ask.
He shrugs, Its alright.
I dont know, liebe, I just want something perfect. Anything thats half of you needs a perfect name.
You roll your eyes but start blushing at his comment.
Alright, then, how about (name you like)?
He nods, Well, I like that.
You raise an eyebrow, You do? Good, because you havent agreed with me on any of the others.
He sits up, Like what?
(Name you liked), you tell him, turning the page of the book.
Well, ja, but that wasnt
it just wouldnt sound right, he says.
And what would?
(name you hate).
You shake your head quickly, No.
Seriously, Lud, thats out of the question. You run a hand over your belly and sigh, Well never pick anything at this rate. Another grimace comes to your face as the brush runs across your skin again. Its been like this for the last couple of weeks, you suggesting names, him turning them down, him suggesting names, you turning them down. It got to the point where you decided to ask Gilbert and Ludwig hated that, especially after the suggestions he made.
We just need to sit down and really think about the names being suggested, Ludwig said, getting to the last nail of your right foot, moving onto your left.
We havent really got much time left, you know. I dont think the babys going to wait much longer, you tell him, knowing your due dates right around the corner.
If youd suggest a name thats normal and suitable, then we wouldnt have a problem, Ludwig mutters, trying to stay quiet so that you dont hear, but you do. Instead of making a comment just yet, you stay quiet for a minute, watching him paint your nails.
When youve given it some time, you say, I guess were just going to have to call him Gilbert.
What?! Ludwig jumps so suddenly that the pot of nail polish gets knocked over and spills all over the coffee table and your feet, making you glare at him.
Mature, Ludwig. Really mature