White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

Jesus, my stomach was getting big.

I was about four months into this pregnancy, and I looked... huge.

"I think the baby just kicked!" Quinn exclaimed, moving his head across my stomach.

I tilted my head to the side. "I don't know, I think I look too big to be just four months pregnant."

Quinn half smiled. "Well, you've got an ultrasound next week. We'll find out what all is going on then, 'kay honey?"

I groaned. "God, I hate going to the doctors..."

Quinn smiled. "Well, at least we're finding out what we should name it."

"But ultrasounds are a pain in the ass."

Quinn laughed. "I wouldn't really know."

"Well if I had my way, I'd turn you into a woman just so you could have an ultrasound," I glared at him. "You did this to me."

Quinn stared at me blankly for a couple of seconds. "...So!?" he finally said. "You know of any good boy names?"

"Not really."

"I think we should name him Quinn Jr.," Quinn nodded. "You know, to hold up my legacy."

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "How do you know it'll be a boy?"

"I'm just... magic like that," Quinn smirked.