I am attracted to the idea
of your lips
exploring my body
as if it were a map
and you kept getting lost
"Ch’yeah!" He laughed, nodding with enthusiasm. "Daniel Daniel Robinson. I like the sound of that." He chuckled before raising his eyebrows. "I’m joking of course… but y’know… I wouldn’t oppose to him being named after me.”
"Oooooorrr we could find the male equivalent to your name and call him that— wait, Grant’s not a bad name either mind."
She wrinkled her nose slightly at the sound of ‘Daniel Daniel Robinson’, “You better be - that’s just… ugh.” Such a way with words. “Though Daniel’s quite a good, solid name…”
Cassidy pondered for a second at the sound of Grant, ”Grant. Grant. Grant. Grant.” After testing it out a few times emphasising different areas, she shook her head.
Sarafine was on her 4th margarita, enough to give the light weight a good buzz. She had come here with her roommate, Amber and then lost her among the sea of bodies and figured she had gone home with someone. So, overly confident because of the alcohol and in need of a friend, she didn’t hesitate when she saw someone who caught her eye. Walking up to the raven haired girl, she screamed “Hey! I’m Sarafine! Who are you?” over the music.
Somewhere amongst the large intake of alcohol, Cassidy had lost her cold exterior along with her ability to keep in check her false English accent. Years of vocal lessons slipped, reflecting in her heavily Irish accent as she called over the pulsing sound of a bassline. “Oh - hello, darling! Pierc - I mean Cassidy!”
Her grin transferred to his own face, the tiredness slowly melting away like snow. Rather pleasant, he had to admit. But that was the Cassidy effect, he supposed. She had the power to make him laugh even when he should be scared for his life.
"Uhhh— what y’doing, Thumbelina?" He asked, growing increasingly worried at the fact she was looking up his
twat of abrother’s name. “No, no, no, no— how about we look in another section? Maybe… maybe D? D for Daniel?”
Cassidy turned to him, her eyes still wide though the glimmer of excitement never diminished or died out. Her actions instantly halting, the page left open somewhere along the ‘G’ section, as her brows raised slightly in surprise though her grin still remained. “You want to name him after you?”
Bourbon sloshed up the side of the glass, reaching up and barely spilling over the rim as Cassidy swayed to her own beat. Her red dress swishing as her hips began moving to the song she was humming inside her head.
Obviously someone was letting loose after a long day at work.
He chuckled at her little action, but leaned in to silence her with a kiss after she expressed her worries.
"We’ll get that sorted. I’ve got a free day coming up and we can go shopping for all that now. If y’want, I’ll grab the laptop so we can look at Madre and Padre or whatever the fuck that store was called." He then kissed her again, but this time put his hand down to rub her stomach. "Well I don’t mind choosing a name now. Just can he not be called Jonah. Please. For the love of me."
She gave him a murmur of approval, grinning a little as he rubbed her stomach which had been rounding out for the past few months. There was something about seeing him like this which gave her a sense of warmth - not a sensation she was used to until only recently.
"Oh!" Cassidy perked a little at Jonah, taking the book and flipping to the ‘J’ section to find its origin and meaning.
He offered a smile back at her, cupping her face gently with one hand and rubbing her nose and cheek with his large thumb. “Shh…” he whispered, trying to soothe her somehow as he gradually became more awake.
"Worried still?" He asked, sitting up and showing genuine interest. He had to make sure she was comfortable at all times. It was his top priority. “‘Cause I don’t mind telling you how amazing you’re going to be, Mrs. Robinson."
A small smile graced her face at his words, the woman gently nuzzling back into his palm. The stress, the tension, the worries - all of it seemed to melt away, just casually rolling off the blades of her shoulders.
"I just feel…" She shrugged, not knowing how to phrase her thoughts. "Unprepared, you know? We haven’t got a name - hell, we haven’t got the nursery set up.”