"What about Bleu de France? Or is any variation of blue too cliche?"

Maggie placed her small hands over her now large belly and sighed.

Jackson scoffed at how flawlessly the French rolled off her tongue. A skill he often forgot Maggie possessed.

He looked at her observing the bare walls of their son's nursery and smiled. He had expected Maggie to overthink every step of this pregnancy but he can't say that he had considered her overthinking the colors of the walls.

"What color did you and April paint Harriets nursery?"

Jackson crossed his arms and leaned back into the wall. He thought back to when Harriet was born. Her existence was a shock to both him and April. The news of her came in the midst of chaos. Initially him and April were planning to live in separate homes.

"I don't think either of us put much thought in the color of the walls. There was so much turmoil between April and I. This experience is vastly different."

Maggie didn't respond, she was making small circular motions on her belly. As if the fluid motions were helping her envision the nursery. She still didn't take her off those damned white walls.

"Jamie?"

Maggie wrinkled her nose in disgust. "My aunt used to have a dog named Jamie."

They had been doing this for the past three weeks. Throwing random names out to find a perfect one for their son. Maggie had somehow managed to connect every name he suggested to an animal. She hated his suggestions and he hated hers. They were a little over a month away from welcoming their baby boy and they still couldn't figure out what to call him.

He hadn't expected picking a name to be easy for Maggie, she didn't do well with big decisions. She was worried that they'd pick a name, only for her to hate it in a matter of months.

"Does all of this make you think of Samuel?"

The question immediately knocked Jackson out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth and closed it. Searching for a response.

"Why do you ask?" He replied solemnly.

"I was just wondering. I know you've had Harriet since but Samuel was your first son and now you're about to have another. I just want to make sure you're okay. "

Jackson thought back to the birth of his eldest son. How small he had been. How brief his time with him had been.

"I shouldn't have brought Samuel up, I'm sorry.

I didn't intend to make you upset, I was just doing a wellness check. I just want to make sure you are okay."

She was rambling nervously. Any other time Jackson would tease her about how cute she is but he memory of Samuel had hit him like a ton of bricks. The truth was that the memory of Samuel had been looming over him throughout Maggie's entire pregnancy.

"You don't have to feel bad for bringing him up, Maggie. You're allowed to acknowledge Samuel. And if I am being honest, I think about him often. Our son sucks his thumb in ultrasounds and responds to the sound of my voice. Those are all things Samuel never could do. Of course I find myself sad at times but It makes me extremely grateful that our son is healthy."

Maggie nodded with understanding and inched down into the rocking chair in the middle of the room. It was currently the only piece of furniture in baby Avery's nursery.

"It's scary," Maggie replied softly.

"Hm?"

She looked over to Jackson with a frightened expression.

"To think about bringing such a small and vulnerable being into this world. I think about him and my heart is full to bursting. I just want him to be healthy and happy. I want to be the best mother that I can be."

Maggie resumed the circular motions on her belly.

Jackson closed the space between them before leaning down onto the floor of the nursery. Making sure that he was eye to eye with her.

"You are going to be the best mom. You're great with your nieces and nephew and Harriet. They adore you. And he will too."

Maggie bit her lip nervously and nodded her head.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again.

"I'm okay. I like to think that Samuel is looking down on our son."

Maggie gently grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"What about Lincoln?" She asked.

Jackson let out a husky laugh. She wished that she could bottle the sound and listen to it forever.

Jackson looked at her before adding, "Absolutely not."