Sta.sh
“No, I don’t like that at all,” you tell Feliciano, a hand on your large tummy as the baby kicked. You giggle and grab his hand so he can feel it too. He grins. You say, “I think we should name him after you.”
“Cosa?! Are you trying to confuse me, bella? I would get too confused if we were both called Feliciano!” he says, shaking his head vigorously.
You sigh, “Ok, fine. Still, we don’t know if it’s a boy, yet.”
Feliciano grins again, “Si, it might be a girl. A beautiful one, just like her mother.”
“Oh, stop, you!” you say, cheeks going red as your husband starts to kiss your neck lightly. You pick up the name book, “Let’s try again, shall we?”
“Si. What about naming her after you?” he suggested. You narrow your eyes in a playful glare.
“No way! If you won’t have your name for a boy then the same rule applies for my name with a girl.”
“But ________ is a beautiful name, mia cara,” he said. He wasn’t stopping with the kissing.
You put your hand on his shoulder, smirking, and push him away, “Feliciano, this is serious, we need a name for him – or her – and it’s gotta be a good one. They’ve got it for the rest of their life, after all.”
“Which is why we should still consider your name, ________. It is perfect.”
“No. …hmm, what about (name you like)?” you say, searching the book.
“It’s… nice,” he lies, trying to please you.
You can sense this and giggle, “You’re such a liar, Feliciano! Ok, what about (name you like)?”
“No. How about ________?” he says, grinning again. He knew he was annoying you, but wouldn’t rest until you agreed. That’s just how he worked sometimes.
“Feliciano, I said no. What about (name)?”
“No. ________?”
“No! (Name)?”
“No. ________?”
“No! Stop it, it’s just getting annoying now,” you say, but you giggle to let him know you’re not serious. You lean your head back to stare up at the ceiling.
“Sorry, mia cara. How about… oh! Pastaaaa!” he suddenly yelled happily.
Frowning in confusion, you look back towards him, “Pasta?”
You didn’t need to ask. Feliciano had disappeared. A smile creeps across your face as you hear it. A small alarm was ringing in the kitchen to alert him that his pasta was ready.
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Boy's name: Damien.
Any questions, Feli? Too bad.