Chapter 243
"You should name it something random, and then every time someone asks what their name means, make up a different crazy story each time," Madison laughed at her own idea, and I rolled my eyes amusedly.
"Nah, that's identity crisis 101 right there for the kid," Kade disagreed, and I looked at them all dumbfounded.
"How did we start discussing this?" I asked, and they shrugged before continuing the conversation. Asmodeus and I looked at each other and chuckled at them all deciding our future kid's name for us.
My smile grew a little as I looked around his face and thought about the fact that we actually would be having a family one day- well, hopefully at least. Wouldn't want to jinx anything. But for two messed up people who were usually scared of commitment or hope, Asmodeus and I admitting to each other that we wanted a family one day was saying a lot. Apparently I just couldn't seem to scare this boy off.
It was a few hours later when we all left, and I said goodbye to Jake and Connor as Layla brought them to her car and drove off.
"What the-" Jessica watched, confused, as she left without him. "That's my car."
"I'm pretty sure she thinks it's hers," I patted him on the shoulder, but he kept looking at where the car had just driven off.
"Who let her take the children?" Asmodeus grunted, and we all shrugged. "I'd feel better with one of them two driving than her.."
When we said our see-you-later's, I hopped in the car with Asmodeus and he started driving me back to my house to drop me off. The energy in the car was comfortable and warm as we drove, his face lit up softly by warm streetlights.
"I like Gracie," he told me absentmindedly, and I looked at him a bit confused. He was just smiling a little to himself.
"Must I fight this 'Gracie'?" I joked, knowing he wasn't confessing a crush to me, but still not knowing what the hell he was talking about. He chuckled.
"The name," he glanced at me for a second, then returned his eyes to the road, "Gracie Stewart. I like it"
For some reason my heart swelled so much that I was worried it might just burst.
"How much have you thought about this?" I giggled and watched him as his features shifted to a slightly bashful smile.
"Don't act like you haven't," he went back at me, and I shrugged.
"Touché," I narrowed my eyes a little, "I like Hayden for a boy." I said, and he raised his eyebrows in approval.
"Can we both agree that the middle name will be some sort of innuendo, though?" He added, and I foolishly thought he was kidding at first.
"Asmodeus! No! I'm not letting you curse our child's life like that," I laughed, and he did, too.
"With us as their parents they already are," he joked in response.
"I already feel bad for your daughter, with your over-protective ass."
"Damn right. I can't just let her run around with an Jessica or a Me," he shrugged, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Hm," I turned my attention out the window and smiled to myself. "Carla Stewart does sound nice, doesn't it?"
"You have no idea how nice it sounds," he replied, and I smiled over at him. He glanced at me and then did a little double-take when he saw me staring at him mischievously. "What?"
"Do you have a crush on me?" I teased, and he shook his head no, which made me laugh.
"Can't have a crush on you if I already love you," he pointed out, and I hit him on the arm for being so smooth.
"Cheese ball," I pinched his cheek, but he scrunched his face in annoyance and brought my hand down from his face, intertwining our fingers and resting them on my thigh. "You know, technically Jake was the first person to tell me you loved me," I told him, and his brows dropped in confusion.
"Huh?"
"The night Layla came back, he told me that he had been asking about me, and that you told him you loved me," I chuckled at his expression as he took in my words.
"I'm gonna kill that little blabbermouth when I get home," he grumbled, and I bit back a laugh.
"You should be thanking him- he was sort of like your ultimate wing man," I reminded him, and saw him remember what also happened that night. I chuckled as his lips formed a small 'O'.
"Speaking of which," he said and pulled over along the side of the empty backroad. "You're makeup looks really good tonight," he complimented, and I raised an eyebrow. "Can I change that?"
"Okay," I let out a 'pfft', "I'm tempted to say no because that was the grossest pickup line I've ever heard, but I guess I have nothing better to do," I teased, and he chuckled as he turned the car off and unbuckled both of us.
"Shouldn't we be above car sex by now?" I asked as I crawled into the backseat.
"If I'm above you, then I don't really give a shit where we are," he replied, and I rolled my eyes at him again as he joined me in the back.
"What's up with you pulling out all your lines tonight?" I chuckled, softly tracing along the features of his face.
"It paid off, didn't it," he grinned and leaned down to slowly lock his lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss as my hands felt through the back of his hair.
"Let's just make sure to talk about it before you put a little Gracie or Hayden in me, okay?" I joked when he started kissing my neck, and he laughed against my skin.