A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I'm running out of ideas and time(real life hates me, I swear!).But better late then never,right?If there's something you'd like to see leave me a message and I'll do my best to write a chapter about it.Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the reviews and to Cat for the BETA.
They were sitting on the couch in the living room, talking about the same subject that they had been discussing for the past 48 hours.
"The ocean?"
"Too The Old Man and the Sea. The jungle?"
"Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!"
"What's wrong with my theme?"
"It's going to give the kid nightmares."
"But they are going to be friendly animals. You know, smiling and playing?"
"And then a day will come when he or she will catch the remote and see a lion eating a gazelle and sleep in our bed until we get rid of the animals."
"Or we could keep the remote hidden and he or she will be very happy in his little magical forest."
"It's stupid calling the kid he or she every time we talk about it. Can we please ask the doctor next time what it is?"
"But that way it's not going to be a surprise."
"And we could actually decide on something without arguing for hours over how it will send him or her in therapy."
"With us as his parents and our families it will probably be in therapy by the time it's ten. Only the whole 'my parents are step cousins' thing will account for at least twenty sessions. Now can we go back to picking a theme for the room?"
"Explain to me once again why we need a theme."
"We don't need a theme; I just thought it would be nice to have one."
"Why can't we juts pick a color and get it over with?"
"Because every kid on the planet is going to have a pink or blue room."
"Then let's paint the room green."
"Green is the new pink. Gah!"
"Huh?"
"When she was pregnant with G.G., Sherri threw a baby shower where everything was green because apparently green is the new pink, or at least it was in 2003."
"So no green. Yellow?"
"Yellow means pale and pale means sick."
"Why of course. White?"
"Too hospital like."
"Black?"
"Are you serious?"
"Nope."
"This kid will be twenty by the time we decide on something."
"Probably."
"There has to be a better way to do this."
"Flip a coin? Roll a dice?"
"We're supposed to be able to make decisions…for Christ's sake we're going to be parents in a few months and we can't even decide on the color of the room. How are going to decide important stuff?"
"Flip a coin? Roll a dice?"
"You're not helping!"
"Well this is ridiculous. We've been trying to pick something for the last two days. We're never going to agree so I say we each get half the room and get it over it!"
"No. Next idea."
"Why not?"
"Because…next!"
"I'm out…we've been through thousands of ideas only to shoot each one down."
"But it has to be perfect. Or do you want to go back to trying to pick a name?"
"We probably should. We're three months away and still nowhere near an agreement."
"That's because you insist on naming him after Hemingway's characters."
"And you insist that we don't. What's wrong with Robert?"
"Not this again! I agreed to Catherine as a middle name; although why would you want to name your daughter after that woman I'll never know, now let it go, before I poke my ears out!"
"I don't think you can poke your ears out…you can cut them, though."
She shot him a glare and huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What? I'm just saying…" he tried to move closer to her, but she backed away from him. "Come on, Ror…" he cupped her face with his left hand and she let him this time, sliding closer to him on the small couch. "Calm?" She nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.
"How are we ever going to make it? We can't even pick something as simple as this…how will we decide on important things?" He kissed her on the top of her head.
"We'll make it. If your mother could raise a kid at sixteen I'm sure we'll do just fine."
"But I don't want to do fine…I want it to have everything, and be happy."
"It will…I'll do everything I can to make sure it has everything it wants."
"Thank you…"
"What for?"
"For this, for everything, for agreeing to my crazy ideas, for being here."
He turned around so that they were face to face and lifted her head up with his hand, smiling at her.
"I'll always be here, ok?"
She nodded and kissed him.
"I'm just scared."
"So am I…but we'll make it."
"Ok…Now let's go back to finding a theme."
"No. I can't do that anymore. My brain is going to fling itself off a building soon."
"Come on…" Bottom lip going up, eyes getting bigger…it was the pout. The infamous Gilmore pout. She might have changed her last name but the pout was still very much Gilmore. He pointed his finger accusingly at her and tried to act serious, although they both knew he had already caved.
"You are not allowed to use that…"
"But, Jess…" she drew out the vowels of the words.
"And even more, if you ever think of teaching our kid that I'll steal all your books."
"You wouldn't…Wait…books!"
"Huh…? What about them?"
"It's perfect!"
"What is?"
"We have our theme!"
"You're serious?"
"Of course…think about it. We both love books and it will probably learn to read before it starts walking straight."
"It's…good."
"So you agree?"
"I agree." He laid her head on his lap before kissing her belly and whispering: "You hear that, kid? We have a theme." Her hands started playing in his hair, while he looked up at her.
"I'll still steal your books if you teach our baby the pout."
"I won't, I love them too much. I'll just ask mom to do it."