No, I dont 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 dont know if its 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, Lets 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 wont 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 wasnt 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 its gotta be a good one. Theyve got it for the rest of their life, after all.
Which is why we should still consider your name, ________. It is perfect.
hmm, what about (name you like)? you say, searching the book.
nice, he lies, trying to please you.
You can sense this and giggle, Youre such a liar, Feliciano! Ok, what about (name you like)?
No. How about ________? he says, grinning again. He knew he was annoying you, but wouldnt rest until you agreed. Thats just how he worked sometimes.
Feliciano, I said no. What about (name)?
No! Stop it, its just getting annoying now, you say, but you giggle to let him know youre 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 didnt 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.