AN : The fluff may or may not get real, just warnin' ya...

I woke up bleary-eyed and with my face stuffed in the corner of a couch with my body tangled up in a blanket. I sat up and rubbed the side of my face that was smooshed into the couch. I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled a bit. From what I could tell, my hair was sticking up like someone had tried and failed to spike up my hair.

I tried to pat it down but got brutally interrupted by a wonderful perk of being pregnant called… morning sickness. It probably wasn't even in the AM's anymore, yet I still gotta deal with the sickness and nausea and everything else that comes with pregnancies, like the baby rejecting certain foods, which is yet to come which I am grateful for.

I felt an extra pain in my stomach as I continued to dry heave into the toilet. Great, now i was even getting sympathy pains for myself. I don't understand how people manage to go through the baby making process multiple times since you pretty much go through Hell. This was one of the first times I've had morning sickness and I was already prepared for it to stop. I don't know how my mom did this twice.

Once I was finished with the whole throwing up part, I walked to the kitchenette where there were a few boxes of crackers which would hopefully be safe to eat.

"Hey," Newt said as I walked in. He looked up from the old paper book he was reading. "You're starting to have a pregnancy glow." He commented and smiled.

I let out a bark of laughter. "Yeah no, that's sweat from hacking my guts up." I said and stuffed my face with about six crackers and almost choked them, but at the moment, they tasted like the best thing I'd ever eaten, so I didn't care.

"You say that as you start to eat a sleeve of crackers," Newt laughs. "You slept for 13 hours."

"What?"

"Yep."

"Over half the day?" He nodded and I yawned. "Yet I'm still tired, how is this possible?"

Newt shrugged. "I don't know. Have you thought of any names?"

"What? Names? Why?" It seems that in the past few minutes, more questions have managed to pop up in my head.

"For the baby." He explained. "I think he should be named Matt."

"Whoa, who said the baby was gonna be a boy? And what kind of name is Matt? Like, 'hello, here is my baby, Matt'?" I joked. It felt nice to joke around instead of fearing for my life.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Newt continued to laugh. "Okay, what kind of name were you thinking of?"

"Annalee."

"Annalee?"

"Annalee."

"That is better than Matt."

"You bet." I smirked and stuffed a few more crackers into my mouth.

Newt smiled and ruffled my hair as I pushed his hand away. "You're adorable."

"Shut up," I whined and yawned once again.

"I think you should go to sleep."

"No."

"Sleep."

"N-o, no."

"Please?"

"I need to pee."

AN : this was kinda random and cute. More stuff will happen in the next chapter, promise.

Buh bye.