Junior realised what she meant. He hadn't thought of it before. He wanted to see his sons grow up. That meant keeping himself out of azkaban. "I love you." He put his hand just below her ear and kissed her again.
Cloe smiled, "i love you to and besides do you want to stay here or go home for i need a nap i'm ready to pass out on my feet and these boys are kicking like crazy and i want to figure baby names out" she said, feeling tired and sleepy and ready to curl up and sleep.
Junior lifted up Cloe's head then sat down so her head was on his lap. "Um. Eric?? Stark?? Damen??" He shook his head. "I'm just tossing ideas into the pot here.
Cloe thought then it just reminded her of alvin and the chipmenks "then we would have to name one alvain or Simon" she said, giggling wondering if he ever seen them.
Cloe thought of it, "I love it" she said, then thinking about it, "yeah it'll work what are the middle names gonna be?" she asked, laying on her back for her side was hurting.
Junior smiled. "That is if we get girls. For all we know we might have eight children and all of them could be boys. My parents had six boys before a girl arrived." He laughed.
Cloe looked at him, "who said we'll just have boys?" she asked, moving her head so she was looking at him, "man i hate being pregent for i'm so tired" she said, her eyes drifting shut.
"I'm just saying it's a possibility." He laughed then he stood up. "Come on then Mrs Green." He picked her up and carried her to bed where he lead next to her so she could use him as a pillow.
Junior held Cloe close and looked up to the ceiling as he remembered the anger he had felt running through his veins earlier that day. "Yeah??" He didn't move his eyes from the spot on the ceiling.
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