White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

In This Exchange, I Often Touch Myself.

"You're having a baby?!" Hazel and Ember shouted in unison.

I nodded, smiling slightly.

"Oh my God!" Ember started hyperventilating. "There's gonna be a little Anna running around!"

"Or a little Quinn," Hazel corrected her.

"Fine, it's gonna be a little Quinn," Ember nodded, then turned to me. "What're you going to name him?"

"I don't know!" I laughed. "I'm not even a month pregnant!"

"I think you should name him Frank," Hazel said. "That's a really good name."

"AND!" Ember said loudly. "If it's a girl, name her... AVALON."

"Avalon?" I repeated.

Ember scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yes silly, Avalon!"

"Errr... okay..." Um, strange name.

"I wonder what Bert's gonna say," I pondered.


"Ha-ha," Bert crossed his arms. "I knew you guys was fuckin'."

Jeph smacked Bert in the back of the head. "Pay your respects to the lady!"

"Thank you Jeph," I smiled at Bert's pain.

"So, um..." Bert rubbed the back of his head where Jeph hit him. "do you know if it's a boy of girl yet?"

"That's not till later, Bert."

"Oh, well, um... tell me when you find out, 'kay?" Bert half laughed.