"That's the plan." He leaned over and kissed her cheek, before rubbing his hand over her belly. He felt a kick and couldn't help the awestruck grin that crossed his face every time that happened. "Hey, little guy. Momma and I are going to talk about your name. Then we can start calling you by it, instead of little guy, or little dude or pea. What do you think?"
Sam got a big kick for an answer. He grinned.
"What are you thinking, hon?" He asked Anne, looking into her eyes. "You look like you're thinking."