Ashton: He came home to you spread out across the couch, a name book in one hand and nail polish in the other as you tried desperately to multitask. He chuckled, causing you to look up with a pout on your lips. “Come help me.” you whined. He took a seat by your feet and pulled them onto his lap before he gently began massaging them. “That feels nice,” you whispered, “But I really need you to paint them for me.” Rolling his eyes, he picked up the black polish from the table and unscrewed the top, “You found any yet?” Shaking your head, you massaged your temples while reading, “What about Rose?” You looked up to see him grimacing, “I don’t like that.” You sighed, “Nah, me neither.” You looked down the page before flicking back through the book, stopping on a random page. “What about Holly?” Ashton asked suddenly, looking up at you. You gnawed on your bottom lip, running it through your head a couple of times before nodding, “Yeah…yeah, I like it. Holly Irwin.”
Calum: "We are not calling our kids Ben and Jerry." you muttered, laying down in yours and Calum’s bed while he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. "Why not?" he asked, coming through and shutting off the light. "Please be serious for a few minutes, Cal." you begged, trying to get as comfortable you could with your large stomach. "Fine," he whispered, wrapping his arm around you as best he could, "What names do you like?" You laced your fingers through the gaps between his, your thumb rubbing at his soft skin as you looked up at him, "I quite like the sound of Andrew for one of them." Nodding, trailed his free hand over your stomach, pressing gently to try and get the twins’ attention. "Don’t!" you groaned, "It’s time to sleep…I don’t need you waking them up." He chuckled and pressed again, grinning when one of the babies kicked against his hand, "Okay, well that’s one name down." He pressed his lips against yours, "I like Noah. It’s a cute name." You nodded, a small smile coming across your face, "I love it."
Luke: "Are you reading to our little boy again?" he asked, coming into the room, spotting you in the rocking chair in the corner of the room that would soon moved into the room that would be used as your son’s nursery. You shook your head, smiling up at him, "No, it’s a baby name book. Just looking." He sat down on the floor by your feet, resting his head on your legs, "Found anything?" You shook your head, hand coming down to run your hand through his blonde hair, "No. It’s so hard. I mean, the name we pick is the name they have to go through life with." Luke’s lips pressed against your knee, "How about you read some out and if I like any, I’ll stop you." You agreed and began reading them out, "Rick, Fred, Carl, Darren." He squeezed your calf gently, "Wait, that’s a good one. I like the sound of Darren." You thought silently for a few moments, hands stilling in his hair, "I don’t know. Are you sure that sounds good?" He nodded, hand still massaging your calf gently, "Yeah, Darren Hemmings. Has a nice ring to it, right?" You nodded, resting your hands on your stomach, "Little Darren."
Michael: "How many names have you got?" Michael asked, leaning forward from his seat in an attempt to see your list. "Nuh-uh," you smiled, "No peeking. I have…eight. How about you?" "Six." he replied, resting his head back down on the arm of the sofa. "Okay, what you got?" you asked, kicking his leg gently. "Hey," he laughed, "I have Penny," You shook your head, "Bleh. Next." He scanned down his list again, "Taylor." You frowned this time and he continued, "Mary." You sat up and plucked his list from his fingertips, "Nope. Let me see," you began reading down the list, coming across one name that you had written down too. "Amy," you mumbled, "I wrote that down too." You looked up at him, seeing him staring right back at you. "Is that the one?" you asked, placing both the pieces of paper down on the coffee table. He nodded, "We both wrote it down…it’s gotta be a sign, right?" You giggled, "A sign?" He grinned and leant in,pressing a kiss to your lips, "Little Amy Clifford."
