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“I have a few.” Amelia glanced over to him, her brows furrowing together as she processed the name. “Stephanie? Why Stephanie?” 

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

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Sitting up, Amelia sighed, the pain finally dulling. “Names...Sure. Any ideas?” She asked him, trying to remember the few she’d picked out before. She sure as hell wasn’t picking Jonathan. Or Danny for that matter. 

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

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~ Time Skip ~

Amelia stared at the ceiling. It’d been a few hours since...She couldn’t believe it, but it explained everything. Twins, she thought again. How the hell was she going to manage twins? More importantly, how the fuck was Danny going to? 

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

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“Fucking drive.” She growled at him, gripping onto her seat, nails changing into claws. “Hurry up. I am not–” Amelia gasped, pain causing her to bend forward; hands flying to her stomach. “It’s coming. Drive faster.”

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

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Falling into Danny’s hold, another wave of pain rippling through her, Amelia tightly gripped onto his shirt. “Carry me.” She told him, her legs straining to keep herself up. “Just fucking carry me.”

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

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“Do you really want me to answer that?” With another wave of pain, Amelia grabbed onto the side of the sofa, a more pained gasped escaping her lips. “Fucking fine.” She replied, sarcasm lining her voice as her eyes fell on him. Feeling the sudden dampness of her clothing, Amelia looked down, water splashing onto the floor as she let out another gasp.     

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

[amelia--morgan-blog]

“Die?” She replied, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. Grabbing a pillow, she threw it toward him in some attempt to shut him up. “Ugh. I can’t. I’m going to get food.” Pushing herself up, Amelia gasped as she felt a sudden pain shoot across her stomach. 

You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

#p:danny #child pains

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You are not naming our child after your ex-fuck buddy! | Amelia & Danny

Amelia sighed, running her hand through her hair as she laid back against the sofa. She was bored. And ached. And oh god, everyone was doing her fucking head in. “Danny. Shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up. I have had it up to here with you. Your heart is too loud! Your breathing is too loud! Just stop doing that.” 

#p:danny #child pains

[amelia--morgan-blog]

Yes, I can. Now move.

Where do you think you're going?

Can you really?

#ignore text #c:gaius

[amelia--morgan-blog]

I can take care of myself.

Where do you think you're going?

It’s late at night, rather dangerous for a young lady to be wandering around.

#c:gaius #ignore text

[amelia--morgan-blog]

I'm pretty sure I'm not meant to be this big when pregnant. 

So, what? You're just going to nod? Danny, this is our child. That is due not long from now. Isabelle. I like that name.

What?

#c:danny

[amelia--morgan-blog]

Ugh, yes I do.

So, I was thinking Jack or Toby for a boy. If it's a girl then...I don't know. I haven't thought of any.

What?

#c:danny

[amelia--morgan-blog]

Other than a balloon? Thanks. 

Also, we need to talk baby names.

What?

#c:danny

[amelia--morgan-blog]

No, I'm just pregnant. 

Well, I prefer you like this.

What?

#c:danny

[amelia--morgan-blog]

As charming as that is, I'm not useless. But it's nice to see you back to your old face.

What?

#c:danny

[amelia--morgan-blog]

Why do you care?

Where do you think you're going?

#c:gaius

[amelia--morgan-blog]

What?

#udestarter