He Saved Me, Loved Me, Wanted Me
XI.
“You be careful, okay?” Val asked me before Brian and I boarded for our flight. I nodded and gave her a hug. “Take care of the boy. Both of them.” I laughed as she gently patted my stomach. Yeah. Everyone knew now because Leana can’t keep her mouth shut and let Brian and I tell them. Upon pulling away, Michelle spoke.
“Have fun, I guess,” Michelle said with a laugh.
“Oh, yes. Definitely,” I replied, giving her a hug, “France is going to host a big party for me and Bri and I are going to get wasted.”
“No we’re not,” Brian said. “Especially you.” I laughed.
“When you get back we’re trying on wedding hairstyles,” Gena said before my hug to her.
“And also we’re going shopping,” Lacey added.
“Happy happy, joy joy,” I said with a laugh. “It’s going to be hard finding a dress.”
“Not really,” Leana said. I nodded.
“I think it is.”
“Flight 592 to Paris, France is now boarding. All those on this flight, please board now,” the intercom spoke.
“You’ve got to go, missy,” Zacky said. I gave everyone another hug and said my final goodbyes. Brian and I went into the tunnel, he carrying our small carryon and walked into the plane. I subconsciously rubbed my stomach as we went to our seats. Me on the inside.
“You okay, baby?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You were rubbing your stomach like you were hurting.”
“Oh,” I paused. People started to fill out all empty seats. “I’m fine.” I smiled at him and he took my hand is his.
“I hope everything goes well with the court thing.”
I nodded. “So do I.”
“Have you thought of any names yet?” I laughed.
“Not really. Have you?”
He happily nodded. “I was thinking he needs a unique name. Cause regardless of any fucking DNA test, this kid is mine.” I smiled and teared up. His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s the matter?” I shook my head and laughed.
“Hormones. They’re a bitch.” Brian stifled a laugh. “So what kind of name were you thinking?”
“Satan.”
“What?!” I ignored all the rude stares.
He laughed. “I was joking.”
“You better be fucking joking. No kid of mine is going to be named Satan.”
“Nah. Me either.”
“I have an idea. How about we both pick out one name and then use one as a first name, then the other as a middle,” I said. That’s right. My idea. I take full credit. I want some Mac and cheese with ketchup…
He nodded. “Sounds good.” Yes. Mac and cheese with ketchup does sound good.
We both thought for a minute. Thinking of boy names was much, much harder than it would be for girl names. This could end badly.
“I like the name Ian,” Brian told me.
I smiled. “That’s cute.”
He smiled back and kissed my forehead. “Not as cute as his mother.”
“Aww, you’re so cheesy.”
“Like Cheeze Whiz?”
I laughed. “Just like Cheeze Whiz. I want some.”
“When we land I’ll get you all the Cheeze Whiz you want.”
“Why thank you.”
“No problem. So what names do you like?”
“I like Milo. I think I like Tyler too…”
“Okay, let’s look at this. There’s the possibility of Ian Milo, Ian Tyler, Tyler Ian, and Milo Ian. Which on do you think sounds best?”
“None of them,” I laughed, as did he. The flight attendant came out and said her speech, then left. Soon the plane was off the ground and we went back to our conversation after our seatbelts were firmly on. “What other names do you like?”
“Uhm…,” he paused for a moment, “Let’s see…” I gasped. “What?”
“Ian Lucas,” I said triumphantly. “I like the name.”
Brian laughed. “I do too. Hmm… Ian Lucas Haner.”
“Has that ring too it, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“I think so. I like it.”
“Me too.” I gave Brian a kiss which he gladly returned. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”
“And I love you, little Ian Lucas Haner.” He put his cheek to the growing bump. I giggled and ran my fingers through him hair.
“I’ve got my two boys, huh?”
“Damn straight. And we’re going to have to beat the girls away with bats,” Brian joked.
“Isn’t Zack the baseball player?”
“Yup. We’ll have Zacky V do it then. Much more entertaining. This boy is going to grow up so well. I’ll teach him guitar, Zacky will have him join the little leagues, that’s for sure.”
“What will everyone else do?” I asked. Brian didn’t move as he thought about the future. “How about Jimmy?”
“He’ll make Ian learn drums.” I laughed. It’s probably true.
“And I’m guessing he’ll learn bass from Johnny?”
“Well of course. Incase any one of us can’t play for some reason. He’ll be barely a month old rocking out on guitar and have his own groupie following.”
I laughed. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Brian shot up. “We’ll make it possible.”
“Sure, Bri. You do that.”
“Oh, I will!”
“Okay, so what about Colonel Sanders?”
“He’ll learn how to make that secret recipe.”
I laughed. “And the girls?”
“They won’t be able to teach him much. He’s a boy. But Gena will probably give him a colored mohawk by his fifth birthday.”
“Yeah, I can see it.”
“I think we’ll be such good parents.”
“We’ll be great parents.”
“Have fun, I guess,” Michelle said with a laugh.
“Oh, yes. Definitely,” I replied, giving her a hug, “France is going to host a big party for me and Bri and I are going to get wasted.”
“No we’re not,” Brian said. “Especially you.” I laughed.
“When you get back we’re trying on wedding hairstyles,” Gena said before my hug to her.
“And also we’re going shopping,” Lacey added.
“Happy happy, joy joy,” I said with a laugh. “It’s going to be hard finding a dress.”
“Not really,” Leana said. I nodded.
“I think it is.”
“Flight 592 to Paris, France is now boarding. All those on this flight, please board now,” the intercom spoke.
“You’ve got to go, missy,” Zacky said. I gave everyone another hug and said my final goodbyes. Brian and I went into the tunnel, he carrying our small carryon and walked into the plane. I subconsciously rubbed my stomach as we went to our seats. Me on the inside.
“You okay, baby?” Brian asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“You were rubbing your stomach like you were hurting.”
“Oh,” I paused. People started to fill out all empty seats. “I’m fine.” I smiled at him and he took my hand is his.
“I hope everything goes well with the court thing.”
I nodded. “So do I.”
“Have you thought of any names yet?” I laughed.
“Not really. Have you?”
He happily nodded. “I was thinking he needs a unique name. Cause regardless of any fucking DNA test, this kid is mine.” I smiled and teared up. His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s the matter?” I shook my head and laughed.
“Hormones. They’re a bitch.” Brian stifled a laugh. “So what kind of name were you thinking?”
“Satan.”
“What?!” I ignored all the rude stares.
He laughed. “I was joking.”
“You better be fucking joking. No kid of mine is going to be named Satan.”
“Nah. Me either.”
“I have an idea. How about we both pick out one name and then use one as a first name, then the other as a middle,” I said. That’s right. My idea. I take full credit. I want some Mac and cheese with ketchup…
He nodded. “Sounds good.” Yes. Mac and cheese with ketchup does sound good.
We both thought for a minute. Thinking of boy names was much, much harder than it would be for girl names. This could end badly.
“I like the name Ian,” Brian told me.
I smiled. “That’s cute.”
He smiled back and kissed my forehead. “Not as cute as his mother.”
“Aww, you’re so cheesy.”
“Like Cheeze Whiz?”
I laughed. “Just like Cheeze Whiz. I want some.”
“When we land I’ll get you all the Cheeze Whiz you want.”
“Why thank you.”
“No problem. So what names do you like?”
“I like Milo. I think I like Tyler too…”
“Okay, let’s look at this. There’s the possibility of Ian Milo, Ian Tyler, Tyler Ian, and Milo Ian. Which on do you think sounds best?”
“None of them,” I laughed, as did he. The flight attendant came out and said her speech, then left. Soon the plane was off the ground and we went back to our conversation after our seatbelts were firmly on. “What other names do you like?”
“Uhm…,” he paused for a moment, “Let’s see…” I gasped. “What?”
“Ian Lucas,” I said triumphantly. “I like the name.”
Brian laughed. “I do too. Hmm… Ian Lucas Haner.”
“Has that ring too it, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“I think so. I like it.”
“Me too.” I gave Brian a kiss which he gladly returned. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”
“And I love you, little Ian Lucas Haner.” He put his cheek to the growing bump. I giggled and ran my fingers through him hair.
“I’ve got my two boys, huh?”
“Damn straight. And we’re going to have to beat the girls away with bats,” Brian joked.
“Isn’t Zack the baseball player?”
“Yup. We’ll have Zacky V do it then. Much more entertaining. This boy is going to grow up so well. I’ll teach him guitar, Zacky will have him join the little leagues, that’s for sure.”
“What will everyone else do?” I asked. Brian didn’t move as he thought about the future. “How about Jimmy?”
“He’ll make Ian learn drums.” I laughed. It’s probably true.
“And I’m guessing he’ll learn bass from Johnny?”
“Well of course. Incase any one of us can’t play for some reason. He’ll be barely a month old rocking out on guitar and have his own groupie following.”
I laughed. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
Brian shot up. “We’ll make it possible.”
“Sure, Bri. You do that.”
“Oh, I will!”
“Okay, so what about Colonel Sanders?”
“He’ll learn how to make that secret recipe.”
I laughed. “And the girls?”
“They won’t be able to teach him much. He’s a boy. But Gena will probably give him a colored mohawk by his fifth birthday.”
“Yeah, I can see it.”
“I think we’ll be such good parents.”
“We’ll be great parents.”