Mistletoe - Chapter Two
Title - Names
Author - viper209n
Fandom - The O.C.
Status - 2/?
Character(s) - Sandy/Kirsten; Sophie Cohen
“Oh. How about Mistletoe?”
Kirsten turned her book of baby names down and glared over the top at her husband, who was lying between her legs, face to face with her rounded belly.
“Sandy, we are not naming our daughter Mistletoe.”
“C'mon.” He chuckled as he drew lazy circles on her stomach with his fingertips. “It’s unique.” Kirsten merely rolled her eyes, picking her book back up. “Plus, she may owe her existence to a sprig of mistletoe.”
Kirsten snorted in laughter. “So you’re sure it was Chrismukkah now?”
“I think so. If you’ll remember,” he waggled his eyebrows. “As if you could forget. I pulled out all the moves that night.”
Kirsten smiled to herself. I definitely remember.
Her husband had an obsession with determining the conception date of their children. He claimed it helped him know what to do and what not to do in the bedroom. After all, they weren’t the Duggars; they didn’t need 18 children.
Much to Seth’s chagrin, Sandy enjoyed mentioning the best birthday gift he’d ever received. (Seth’s birthday happened to be nine months after Sandy’s.)
Kirsten shook her head at Sandy, unable to stop from smiling. He’d begun to whisper to their daughter and she’d started to kick in return.
“I just had a thought,” Sandy suddenly chuckled.
“Uh-oh,” Kirsten murmured, teasing him.
“What if we conceived a child every time we had sex…”
“Jesus,” Kirsten choked.
“AND named them accordingly?”
Kirsten snorted. “Number one, we’d have way too many children!”
“And like twenty three ‘Anniversary’s, eighty ‘Birthday’s,” Sandy listed. “Several thousand ‘Strawberry’s.”
“Nobody wants the name ‘Hood of the car’ but someone would have it.” Kirsten giggled, brushing a hand through Sandy’s hair.
“A lucky somebody would be ‘Grampa’s Office’”, Sandy teased and Kirsten flushed crimson. He pushed himself up and leaned forward to leave a kiss on her nose. He flopped down beside her and snuggled up to her right side. His hand found her stomach again and caressed it gently.
“Mistletoe,” he whispered into Kirsten’s ear. She chuckled as her hand found his.
“Mistletoe,” she agreed.
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4 Weeks. 30 Days. 720 Hours. 43,200 Minutes.
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1 Month later, Sandy Cohen was dead. Hit on his way home by a drunk driver.
1 Month after the accident, Sophie Cohen was born. Healthy and beautiful in Berkeley, California.
Author - viper209n
Fandom - The O.C.
Status - 2/?
Character(s) - Sandy/Kirsten; Sophie Cohen
“Oh. How about Mistletoe?”
Kirsten turned her book of baby names down and glared over the top at her husband, who was lying between her legs, face to face with her rounded belly.
“Sandy, we are not naming our daughter Mistletoe.”
“C'mon.” He chuckled as he drew lazy circles on her stomach with his fingertips. “It’s unique.” Kirsten merely rolled her eyes, picking her book back up. “Plus, she may owe her existence to a sprig of mistletoe.”
Kirsten snorted in laughter. “So you’re sure it was Chrismukkah now?”
“I think so. If you’ll remember,” he waggled his eyebrows. “As if you could forget. I pulled out all the moves that night.”
Kirsten smiled to herself. I definitely remember.
Her husband had an obsession with determining the conception date of their children. He claimed it helped him know what to do and what not to do in the bedroom. After all, they weren’t the Duggars; they didn’t need 18 children.
Much to Seth’s chagrin, Sandy enjoyed mentioning the best birthday gift he’d ever received. (Seth’s birthday happened to be nine months after Sandy’s.)
Kirsten shook her head at Sandy, unable to stop from smiling. He’d begun to whisper to their daughter and she’d started to kick in return.
“I just had a thought,” Sandy suddenly chuckled.
“Uh-oh,” Kirsten murmured, teasing him.
“What if we conceived a child every time we had sex…”
“Jesus,” Kirsten choked.
“AND named them accordingly?”
Kirsten snorted. “Number one, we’d have way too many children!”
“And like twenty three ‘Anniversary’s, eighty ‘Birthday’s,” Sandy listed. “Several thousand ‘Strawberry’s.”
“Nobody wants the name ‘Hood of the car’ but someone would have it.” Kirsten giggled, brushing a hand through Sandy’s hair.
“A lucky somebody would be ‘Grampa’s Office’”, Sandy teased and Kirsten flushed crimson. He pushed himself up and leaned forward to leave a kiss on her nose. He flopped down beside her and snuggled up to her right side. His hand found her stomach again and caressed it gently.
“Mistletoe,” he whispered into Kirsten’s ear. She chuckled as her hand found his.
“Mistletoe,” she agreed.
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4 Weeks. 30 Days. 720 Hours. 43,200 Minutes.
--
1 Month later, Sandy Cohen was dead. Hit on his way home by a drunk driver.
1 Month after the accident, Sophie Cohen was born. Healthy and beautiful in Berkeley, California.