After everyone leaves, I take a moment to check on my new wife who’s crashed out on the couch. “Can I get you anything?” She looks exhausted.
“Just want to get into bed and sleep for days.”
“We can do that.” I took time off of work for our staycation. I knew she wouldn’t feel up to traveling, so we’ve postponed our honeymoon for when she gets past this stage of her pregnancy. “We’ll go somewhere warm when you feel up to it.”
“Warm sounds nice.”
“So does you in a bikini.”
“Ha.” Colette rolls her eyes. “I’ll be as round as a melon…”
“And?” I wiggle my brows. “I can’t fucking wait for that.”
“Ugh.” She tries to sit up, so I help her. “You’re just being nice because I look terrible.”
“You’re beautiful. Also sweet, funny, creative. And do you want to know what else you are?”
“What?”
“You’re Mrs. Griffin.”
“Oh.” She blinks up at me. “I am.”
“Just like you doodled in that little notebook of yours months ago.”
“No.” She sounds shocked. “You saw that?”
I shrug. “It was on the page after the squirrel you drew.”
“Bastard.”
“Why be shy about it? I liked the sound of it. Nothing to be ashamed of.” I decide to give her a few more compliments. “You’re not only beautiful and everything I just mentioned, you’re also kind, giving, generous, and you make a mean-ass pot roast.”
Colette giggles. “Layin’ it on pretty thick, aren’t you?”
Sitting down beside her, I drape my arm over her shoulder pulling her in closer “You’re my wife. If I didn’t think all of those things and more, I’d have no business marrying you.”
“Sam. Giving and generous are the same thing.”
“No. They’re different.”
“I’m too tired to argue.” She snuggles against me. “Was it rude for me to take that little nap during our wedding reception?”
“No. Everyone understood.” Especially now that the cat’s out of the bag, as they say.
“It’s for the best. Mom can’t keep a secret. Lord knows she can’t whisper either.”
They all know we’re due in June, as well as Colette’s desire, if it’s a boy, to name him Christopher. The thing is, that was a surprise to me as well. When her mom and dad checked in on her while she rested, she blurted, “Mom. Dad. I want to name him Chris.”
This is the first I heard about this. I wasn’t surprised, though.
Colette told all of us, “One time, we made a bet and I lost. I don’t remember what the bet was. Probably something stupid. Anyway, Chris’s prize was that I name my firstborn after him.”
Steve chuckled. “Sounds like something Christopher Columbus would say.”
“I know he was probably teasing me, but I took it to heart.” Colette looked at me. “Can we? If we have a boy, can we name him Chris?”
“I think he’d be honored, sweetheart.” Her parents were emotional, naturally, but they were smiling, too.
