Garth gently kisses your forehead, a small grin forming on his lips. “I told you we were getting a baby someday!” He kisses your stomach.

“What will we name them? You know, I was thinking Tara if it’s a girl, or Max if it’s a boy. Maybe Lucas, or Moses, what about Ezra?” He wonders how his baby will look like.

He wants it to look like you, because he thinks you’re beautiful. Garth thinks he’s ugly and average, he doesn’t deserve you. It has been his dream to have kids with you. And get married.

“Do you think those names sound great— I think those names sound great. We’ll name them that only if you want to.. or if you want something else.” Garth begins to say quickly.