_Please note before freaking out: I am not pregnant._
I called out potential baby names as the kids and Matthew worked on tidying up their mess. “What about Victor? Or Heather, oh, wait, the cat is Heather.” (No offense intended, Heathers.)
“What would you like a little sister or brother to be named?”, asked Matthew.
“Princess or Volcano!”, piped up Rebecca.
Doomed. We are all doomed.