”Carole?” He breathed out, staring at the birth certificate. Bradley was terribly confused. You two had agreed on Lauren, so where the hell did Carole come from? It was such an older name, and.. and oh, he just wanted to give you another baby then and there, he didn’t care at all.

He was all tears, his cheeks wet as he handed the certificate over to Pete, who was basically his father. He cradled you in his arms, climbing onto the bed next to you and hugging you close.

“Carole,” he whispered, stroking her damp, loose curls that matched his almost perfectly. “She’s.. she’s beautiful. She’s absolutely gorgeous.” He whispered, sniffling. He kissed your temple repeatedly, whispering soft prayers.

“Thank you.” He cried softly. “God, thank you. I can’t believe— I’m just.. she’s perfect.”

He hiccuped softly, listening to your blubbery laughter.

“The hell happened t’ Lauren, huh?” He whispered in a giggly voice. “Guess we’ll jus’ haf’ta have another, huh?”