So... I have written it so I might as well get it out to you... why am I doing this to myself? Honestly, I have other things that I should be focusing on... Not that I am not enjoying this at all. The responses to Wrong Reason, Wrong Man (WR,WM) have been mindblowing bearing in mind I can't remember the last time I had a response like this for one of my stories. So, see this as a thank you. You get more of the story that I have come up with and I get to tell you more about this world that I have made...

And yes, if you did as I said in chapter 5 of WR, WM, then you will recognise that the title is the first line of Butterflies by Scouting for Girls... I was definitely listening to that song on repeat when writing WR,WM. Just fits really...

Obviously this story set before WR, WM...

Tommy

Rachel knew that she had left it too late. It was something that she envied Melissa for. Melissa had the career and the husband and the children.

What did Rachel have?

A bad past that she had spent the last 20 odds years making up for it and by the time she had found herself settled with a husband, she had left it too late for the children part.

It wasn't something that her and Adam had talked about but it didn't seem like it would be a reality. She knew that she could just be happy with him for the rest of her life but she knew that there would always wish that they had met sooner or she had met someone else sooner. She wanted children and she had been her own worst enemy when it came to the subject.

But with the test sitting on the side of the bath, she had hope.

It wasn't long after she left Waterloo Road that she had decided that she had to take better care of herself. Adam helped by making sure that she had three square meals a day and didn't just use coffee to push herself through the day. She had learnt to trust her body a little more and she couldn't deny that all of the signs were there.

The fact that her stomach turned at the smell of coffee or that she couldn't eat anything in the morning without wanting to throw it back up. Or the way that she felt tired no matter how much sleep she got or that her migraines were coming back.

It was her body telling her that something was wrong or, in her case, right.

Adam was out for the day. They had planned a day out and book everything but Rachel just didn't feel up to it. He had gone just so that they didn't lose out on their money after they couldn't get a refund. But she was glad that it was just her and the test.

She couldn't read Adam as well as a certain other someone that she tried not to think about. She knew that she could judge his reaction but she didn't know how Adam would react at the news. If it was a false alarm, then she could just push down her feeling of disappointment and get on with life.

Her phone buzzed, signalling the end of her wait. This was the moment of truth.

Rachel pushed herself up from the bathroom floor and walked slowly over to the test. She picked it up but closed her eyes as she flipped it over. With a deep breath in, she opened her eyes as she breathed out and allowed the smile to rise on her face.

She was pregnant.

The last eight months were the best for Rachel. Where some of the women in the antenatal classes moaned about their aches and pain and the weight of the child inside of them, she continued to remind herself how lucky she was to be carrying a child at all.

As she thought, she couldn't read Adam's reaction when she told him and he was equally supportive and unsupportive about the whole thing and the closer they got to her due day, the less sure she was that he wanted this as much as her.

They had arrived back in Rochdale a couple of weeks beforehand she was glad that Philip was waiting for her when they got back. She had missed her nephew dearly and he gave the same enthusiasm that she had over the baby. She hadn't asked why he wanted to spend time with her again and he never said anything.

It was the afternoon of 30th May 2010 when Rachel started to feel the pains of labour. The doctors and consultants had all given her all the information that she needed and had opted to book her into for a caesarean due to her age but it seemed like her little one had over ideas.

Philip was the one to take her to the hospital and she worried that Adam was going to miss the birth as she was told that she was going to have an emergency caesarean. The last time she remembered doctors talking at her and doing what they believed was right for her was after the fire and the relief that swept over her as Adam came crashing into the room instantly made her think that everything would be okay. He whispered sweet nothings to her as they prepared her for it. He held her hand throughout the whole process, only letting go when the tiny baby was placed onto Rachel's chest.

"It's a boy."

He let out a big scream and Rachel could only feel love for the newborn, resting her nose on the top of his head as she tried to hold back the tears.

She was finally a mother.

"Happy to be home?"

Rachel turned to Adam, still moving to keep their son quiet as he got used to his new surroundings. They had spent a couple of days at the hospital and she was enjoying every moment of motherhood. She was still sore and knew that she shouldn't push herself as she had in the past. She had a little one relying on her now.

"Extremely."

"Why don't I take him off of you while you get into something more comfortable?"

She gently handed him over, knowing that Adam had to bond with him as well. She slowly made her way up the stairs and changed into her pyjamas and dressing gown before making her way down the stairs. All fears that she had that this wasn't what Adam wanted were squashed when she saw the way that he was with their son.

"We need to name him." She said before she sat slowly down on the sofa.

"My family have a bit of a tradition. Whether our firstborn girl and boy take the middle names of the parents as their first name. Luckily he was a boy."

"So Benjamin then?" She said, slightly unsure.

"You don't like it?"

"Adam, I am a teacher. I have had a number of names… kinda ruined for me."

"And Benjamin is one of them?"

"The second school I taught in. Rough London school and he almost threw a chair at me. Luckily one of the other kids jumped in and knocked him out. Not that I agreed with that level of violence."

"So what names haven't been ruined for you?"

She had a long list of names that she could end up making herself like but there was one or two that she knew that she loved because of the students she had come in contact with. She knew that a name didn't automatically make a child good or bad but it was just the association with them. When she looked at their son in Adam's arms, there was only one name that felt right.

"Tommy."

"Tommy?"

"He was a student in the first school that I ever taught at. It was my first day and I had been thrown in at the deep end. My first ever class was a year 11 class that was full of Boltons and Michaelas. A fight broke out and I had no idea what to do. This kid, who had been quiet all class, got out of his seat, pulled these two kids apart and told them that they should pay me a little more respect. I took over from there, putting the boys in detention and splitting them up on either side of the classroom.

"He asked me if I was okay after the class. Apparently they were the worst year ever to go through the school and the head of English hated them so much that he refused to teach them, giving them to the NQTs every year, to which they would spend that year with a number of different teachers. He thought I was a keeper and deserved a chance, something I was desperate to have at that stage. His name was Thomas, Thomas Davis, but everyone called him Tommy."

"So Thomas then."

"No, Tommy. And we definitely won't be shortening it to Tom. He will be Tommy."

"Okay then."

"You can pick his middle name."

"What if I pick a name you don't like?"

"I can rattle you off a few that are definite nos."

"Like?"

"Stuart for starters."

"Staying away from Stuart then." Adam paused for a moment as he looked down at Tommy. "Tommy Edward Fleet."

Rachel's heart jumped at the sound of Edward. She would have argued against it, but then she knew that she would have to explain Eddie and her relationship with him. It was something that she hadn't found the strength to do and she probably never would.

But it was the way that it sounded so natural.

Tommy Edward Fleet.

She couldn't really see a reason not to let it happen. After all, she said that he could choose the middle name after she practically vetoed his choice of first name.

"You don't like Edward?"

"Adam, I love it. Tommy Edward Fleet. Why does it already seem so natural?"

He seemed pleased enough and Rachel wondered what everyone was going on about when they said that choosing a name was hard. It felt relatively easy for her.