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“So! Are you nervous about telling Claude?” Asked Kalista as they head back to the house.
”Well…maybe a little. I just hope that…” Ica paused a minute.
”That what?” Asked Kalista tilting her head.

“That he feels worthy. Sometimes my Claudie bears struggles with feeling worthy. I mean, he’s gotten better, but still. You know what I mean?” Kalista nodded.

“I do, but he has a whole support system, we’ll all take care of him. Plus I think he’ll be the oldest dad in the congregation. And if this kid is anything like you, he or she will have an enormous amount of energy. How is a 67 year old man to keep up?” Asked Kalista laughing. Ica smacked her forehead.

”Very funny.” Said Ica giving her friend am exaggerated look. She goes quiet a moment.
”You okay? I’m sorry. That wasn’t nice.” Kalista apologised.

“No, your fine. I was just thinking…” A wave of sadness passes over Ica’s face.
”What’s wrong?” Kalista pressed.

“Will my baby lose his or her father early?” Kalista is silent for a moment. “Like you said, Claude is 67…by the time the baby’s ten he’ll be almost 80. At the very best, he’ll live to see his son or daughter turn 30…maybe. That’s early for losing a father. Maybe getting pregnant was bad idea.” Said Ica despairingly.

”Okay, look at me.” Demanded Kalista. Ica turns to look at her best friend. “I will not hear of any of this kind of talk. Regardless, I know Claude will love this child with all he has. If it’s anything like they love he has for you, then it’s true. And even if Claude does pass away while his kid is young, he or she will have been thoroughly loved by him. And this kid will have many father like brother’s in the congregation, until he or she is reunited with Claude…a much younger Claude, new system.” Ica chuckled. “So getting pregnant was definitely not a mistake. Don’t let me hear you say that again. Besides, if he was able to knock you up at his age, then he might live well into his hundreds.” She said grinning. Ica just looked at her friend, amused.

”What would I do without you?” Said Ica.

When Kalista pulls back up in front of the house Claude’s car is in the driveway, indicating he is back from field service. Ica’s pulse quickens. “Oh boy.”

”You’ll be fine.” Said Kalista winking. Ica smiled.
”I know.”

“Now hurry in. I can’t wait to tell Wes he is going to be an uncle. Text me later to let me know how it went.”

”I will.” Said Ica getting out of the car and shutting the door behind her.
”Okay, see you later.”
”Bye!”

When Ica gets inside the house, Claude is at the stove cooking something. Ica takes in a huge whiff. “Whatever you’re making smells really good.” She said walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

”Well, I thought you may be hungry when you got back.” He kissed her back. “You were so sick you weren’t able to eat anything. I’m making you soup. I hope that’s gentle enough on your stomach. So, tell me how was your appointment? Do you feel better?”

”I do. The good news is it wasn’t the stomach flu.” She said huffing a laugh. Claude tilted his head making his bangs swish to one side.

”Oh? Then what was it.” Ica feels her heart once again speed up.
“Come sit down with me, in the living room.” She takes him by the hand and leads him to the couch.

Ica, what’s going on? Is everything all right? You’re worrying me.” Said Claude, his dark gray eyes full of concern. Ica nods.

”Yeah, I’m okay. Great actually. But, you know how I wanted Kalista to take me to my appointment instead of you?” Claude nodded. “Well that’s because I wanted to make sure of something, before I told you.” Explained Ica.

”Tell me what crazy girl?” Asked Claude. Ica takes her husband’s slender hands in his own.
”Claude, my wonderful husband. I am with child. You are going to be a father.

Claude sits silent for several moments. Ica’s nerves are off the chart, but she calmly sits and lets what she just told him sink in. “I’m…going to be a father?” Said Claude softly. “Ica nods her head. Suddenly tears brim in her husband’s dark gray eyes, and spill over down his aged cheeks. He takes Ica in his arms and pulls her close to his chest. “I’m going to be a father.” He murmured again. Ica wraps her arms around her weeping husband.

”You are.” She squeaked. Tears now in her own eyes. After staying like this for several moments, they let go of each other. Claude looks at his wife with pure affection. “So your happy?” She asked.

“I’m more than happy. I’m thrilled.” Said Claude. “So…do…do you think I’ll be a good father? I mean I’m not exactly…youn-

Ica put her finger to his mouth, silencing him mid sentence. “You, are going to be a wonderful father. I can say that a million percent. She leaned in to kiss him tenderly on the lips. “I just hope I’m a good mum.” Said Ica shyly.

”Oh mon amour. Our child will thing the world of you. Just like I do.” Claude slides both of his hands down the side of her waist and bends down to press his ear to her stomach. “Bonjour ma petite, tu vas avoir la meilleure maman. elle t'aimera avec tout ce qu'elle a.” He said tenderly.

”What did you say?” Asked Ica giggling.

“I said that you, little one, are going to have the best mum. She will love you with everything she has.” Translated Claude. “Our son or daughter is going to be bilingual you know. I’m going to teach him or her French.” He said proudly.

”I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Said Ica, leaning into him. Claude let’s his hand rest on his wife’s stomach where their precious child is taking form.

***

The next day Ica awakens to find both cats and their puppy with all three of their heads laying on her stomach. She reached down to stroke their heads. “Claude.” She whispered. “Claude, wake up.” Claude sleepily opens. “Look.” Ica motions with her head to the three snoozing animals on top of her.

”Well well, I think they know that there is something up. I think they are guarding you and the baby.” Claude scoots over and gently lays his head on his wife’s shoulder and drapes his arm across her waist and over Nixen, Roary, and Irish. “There. Now I am guarding all five of you. My beautiful wife, my three fur babies, and our un born child.” He said proudly. Ica cranes her neck to look up at her doting husband. He looks down at her grinning.

”Oh my wily old man. I love you so much. So, you do know we have to get everyone together to tell them the news right?” Said Ica. Claude nodded. “And I have the perfect way on how to do it.”

”Oh? And what’s that? If I know you crazy girl you are thinking of some strange unusual way.” He said chuckling.

“We’ll for your information…I had an idea. But then I realised that it could involve me getting hurt…so I just decided to go with an idea I saw on YouTube. See I’ve matured since getting pregnant. I’m not so impulsive. I have to be the example for our baby.” Said Ica in an exaggerated brown up voice.

”Yeah, okay. I guarantee I’ll have to keep both of you out of trouble. Anyway. Go head mon amour. What was your idea?” He said smugly.

”So I thought we could go buy everyone a shirt saying what they are going to be. So for mums 1 and 2 we’ll get them a shirt that says Proud Nanny…for da proud grampie…you know, like that.”

“I think that’s a great idea. There’s only one problem.” Said Claude.
”What’s that?” Said Ica curiously.
”We have to find a way to get out of bed without waking these lot.” Ica laughed.
”Good point.”

***

“Ica?” Claude called from the kitchen. ”I’m making coffee, do you want anything?”

”No, I’m okay.”

When Claude comes into the living room he sees his wife standing in front of the laptop, with her hazel eyes glued to the screen. “I would have made you coffee, but I don’t think too much caffeine would be good for our little one. Besides if he or she is anything like you, then that kid’s energy level will be off the charts.” He places his coffee down on the table and peers over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

”Working on designing the shirts. There is a really cool site where you can design them, and they’ll print them the same day. We just have to go pick them up.” Said Ica looking up at him.

”Oh, neat. Let me see.” Claude takes a seat in the chair in front of the desk and Ica sits down on his lap. He rest his chin on her shoulder, all the while resting his hand on her stomach. She huffs affectionately.

”Are you going to keep your hand glued to my belly the whole nine month pregnancy?” She said chuckling.

”Huh? Oh! Well… to tell you the truth…I kind of did it absentmindedly. I guess I’m already attached to this little baby.” Said Claude grinning. Ica placed her hand over his.

“Well…I don’t mind one bit.” She murmured. “Our baby will know that papa will always be here.” Ica puts the finishing touches on all the shirts and hits the add to cart button, followed by the check out button. “So they won’t be ready to pick up for another three hours. But I’ll send out a text saying that we are going to host dinner tonight. That way we can surprise them with the news.”

”Sounds like a plan to me. So…what are we going to be having for dinner?” Asked Claude. Ica gave him a cheeky look.

”Well I was thinking my wonderful French husband can cook us some wonderful French onion soup?” Claude gave her a questioning look. “S’il vous plaît?” Pleaded Ica.

“Oh, so are we french now?” Chortled Claude.

“Well if our baby will be learning French, I need to know some stuff. Speaking of…isn’t the correct way to pronounced your name Claude.” Said Ica, enunciating the au with the “ow” sound. She laughed. “Sounds like cloud.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Said Claude, humour in his voice.
”No.” chuckled Ica. “You just never pronounced it like that. How come?”

”I used too, when I lived in France. My parents and Clement did too but…when I left then everyone pronounced it the American way. And I kind of just stuck with that.” Claude paused a moment. Speaking of Clement, he would be thrilled to have been an uncle.” He said wistfully. Once again, Claude’s hands are at Ica’s belly and he bent down to whisper into her middle. “Bonjour mon petit. Il ne sera pas là quand tu arriveras chez nous, mais tu as un oncle Clément qui t'aimera autant que moi.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you just told him about Clement?” Claude looked up at his wife with a grin. She quickly ran her fingers through his think gray hair. “I take that as a yes. But back to my question, are you going to make the French Onion Soup?” She sticks her bottom lip out. He stands up and nuzzles her freckled nose.

”You know crazy girl. You didn’t have to beg. I was already going to do it.”
”You do spoil me.” Ica said guiltily.

“Well, you’re worth spoiling. And now I have two of you to spoil.” Said Claude kissing her head. “Now, if I am going to make dinner you and I need to go to the grocery store to buy the ingredients.”

”Oh okay! Then we can go grab the shirts! I’ll be in the car!” Ica jumps in the air then out the door. All Claude does is shake his head and follow after her.

When the get to the store, Claude grabs a shopping cart and Ica proceeds to stand on the lip at the bottom. “Push me!” She said giggling.

“Are you serious crazy girl?” Claude said huffing a laugh.

“I am. I bet our baby will want to do this.” She said grinning.

“Am I going to be taking care of two children?” Said Claude giving his wife a look. Ica laughed. “Oh alright, just hold on tight. I don’t want you falling. Especially now that you’re pregnant.” Claude placed both arms around Ica and grasped the bar putting his hands on the sides of hers. As they make their way to the isles they need, the pass the baby isle. Claude automatically turns down he isle.

”You had to go down this isle didn’t you?” She said, leaning her head back to look at him.
”I couldn’t help it.” He grinned down at her.

”Wily old man. Well since we’re in the store I have a craving for apples and French dressing.” Said Ica. Claude mad a face. “What? Pregnancy cravings.” Said Ica shrugging innocently.

The Frollos grab all the ingredients they need and head to pick up the shirts. On the way Ica sends out a group text to everyone.

Ica: Claude and I decided to invite everyone over for dinner. Come bye at 5:30. He’s making French onion soup!

When they get to the T-Shirt print shop, Ica can’t wait to see how they’ve come out. “Hi there!” Said a young man with glasses. “How can I help you?”

“Hi I’m here to pick up shirts that I had printed.” She said excitedly.

“Oh of course. Name?”

“Ica Frollo.”
”Okay, I’ll be right back.” When the man disappears around the back, Ica turns to Claude.

“I hope they came out nice.” She said, a hint of worry in her voice.
”Oh I’m sure they did.” Said Claude stroking her head.

Not long the clerk comes back carrying a bundle of shirts in his arms. “Here you go. Feel free to take a look at them to make sure they are to your likening.” Ica eagerly goes through all the shirts.

“Oh wow! Claude they’re perfect! Look! She tosses him some of the shirts his way. He holds them up and examines them.

”They are nice!” He said tilting his head.
”Okay, these are great. Thank you so much!”
”No problem! Enjoy.”

The Frollos thank the man and head home to make dinner.

***

Before long, 5:30 rolls around. Those coming to dinner are mums Trish and Jo, her dad Rodney, brother Clair, Morgana Ica’s former bible teacher Morgana, and Claude’s former bible teacher and best friend Liam Bucksaplenty-Finch. The first to arrive is Kalista. Ica runs to the door and swings it open.

”So I’m guessing this is the pregnancy reveal dinner?” Said Kalista, a knowing smile on her face.
”Haha yup!” Said Ica cheerfully.
”I’m going to be an auntie and besties with babies. I’m so excited.” Ica laughed.
”I think you are more excited than me, seriously.

Kalista walks into the kitchen where she sees Claude putting the finishing touches on the meal. “Hey dad to be.” Sang Kalista. Claude looked down bashful.

“Hi Kalista.” He said.

”So, you must know.” Started Ica as she wrapped her arms around her husband’s think waist. “He cannot keep his hands off my belly. And he’s already talking to the baby.” Said Ica, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Well you did say he would be a wonderful father.” Said Kalista winking.
”Oh, well…you know.” Said Claude rubbing the back of his head.
“Soo,” started Ica. “Since you already know about the baby, you get your present early.”

Ica ran into the living room, then returned with one of the shirts her and Claude had made. She hands it ti her with a bug toothy grin. Kalista takes the shirt and holds it up. A enormous smile spreads across her face. “I LOVE IT!” She seized Ica in her arms. “Thank you.” Ica laughed.

“You are very welcome.” Just then the doorbell rang. Roary runs to the door, tail a golden blur. “Okay, I just got really nervous.” Ica said, putting her hands to her face.

“Why? Do you think they won’t take the news well?” Asked Kalista.
”No, I think they will be happy. It’s more like an excited nervous.”
”Oh. Gotcha.”
“Claude, go answer the door.”

Claude gave his wife a look. “You know I’m nervous too crazy girl. But I’ll get it.” Not long after Claude opens the door, Trish and Jo are walking into the kitchen. “Mmm smells good Claude.” Said Trish, taking in a deep sniff.

”Thank you. My parents recipe.” He said smiling.

”Hi mums.” Ica goes to give each of them a hug as Roary wedges himself in between them all. Both Trish and Jo bend down to give him belly rubs making his foot thrash through the air.

Next to arrive is Liam. When he sees Claude, he automatically throws an arm around his shoulder. “Hey buddy! How’s it going?” He said cheerfully. “You know, this will be the first time I try your cooking. It sure does smell good.” Claude chuckled.

“Way to lay the pressure on.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be delicious.” He winked.

Lastly, Morgana, Rodney, and Clair arrive and enter the kitchen. Ica gives her brother, father, and Morgana a hug. “Hi sweetie.” Said Morgana. Stroking her face.

”Hi.” Said Ica as she wrapped her arms around her.

Okay, Claude and I will go set the table, then we all can eat.” Said Ica. Every nods and goes back to their chatter. Claude takes a quick look at his wife and gives a faint smile, and Ica does the same thing.

As the two set the table, they both can’t help but feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. “Do you think they’ll be happy for us?”

”Of course they will!” Especially Jo. Just another grandchild for her to love.” Chuckled Claude.
”Yeah, you’re right about that.” Said Ica smiling. “Um…what about da? Do you think he’ll be happy?

Claude walks up to his wife and outs his hand to her face. “I know it took your dad a while to…warm up to me. To be honest I think he is still getting used to me. But I know he loves you with all his heart. And he will love this grandchild all the same.” He gently kissed her on the forehead. “Come, let’s go tell everyone dinner is served.

“Claude buddy, that was delicious!” Said Liam wiping his mouth with a napkin. Everyone

”Yeah, he actually knows how to season his food.” Said Clair. Trish and Rod both huffed a laugh. Claude tilted his head.

“Long story.” Said Ica chuckling.

“Thank you everyone.” Said Claude bowing his head. Ica looks over at her husband and gives a slight smile and a subtle nod. He does the same back.

”So guys.” Began Ica. “We had shirts made for everyone.” Kalista winks discreetly at her best friend.
“We thought it would be fun to have some family shirts. I’ll go grab them. Be right back. As Ica goes to grab the shirts, her heart starts pumping in her heart with nerves excitement. I wonder if Claude is feeling what I am feeling. She thought to her self. When she gets back with the shirts, everyone looks at her, ready to get their shirts. She takes another glance at Claude and Kalista and they give her an encouraging smile.

“Now everyone, when I give you them, don’t read it until everyone has one.” Said Ica, as she passed out the shirts. Once everyone has one, she gives Claude a kiss on the head and sits on his lap. Once again his hand finds it’s way to Ica’s stomach and she puts her hand on top of his. “Okay, you can read them now.” She can feel Claude’s heart speed up and so does hers. Everyone holds up their shirts and reads them.

Jo’s the first one to read hers aloud. “Proud nanny.” Aww that’s so- realising what she just read she stares at the shirt. “Wait, Ica are you… she trailed off as everyone reads their shirts.

“Proud meema?” Said Patricia tilting her head. Then Rod reads his.
”Proud grampie.” Then Clair.
”Proud uncle.” Followed by Liam and Morgana.

Then all of a sudden it dawns on all of them and they all turn to look at the couple grinning. “We’re pregnant.” Said Ica, grinning even bigger.

“Awww hon! Congratulations! Cried Jo. “Now I have more babies to love!” Claude and Ica look at each other and smirk. “So that’s why you were so sick. You had a little one attaching to you.

“My baby girl’s pregnant.” I’m gonna be granddaddy. Said Rod, smiling creeping in his face. Liam looks at his shirt tears streaming down his face.

“Aww.” He said wiling his eyes. “You made me an honour uncle?”
”Of course.” Replied Claude. “Your my best friend so I thought it fitting. “Now you have two nephews.

”Nessie is moving down here in a couple of months. I can’t wait for your kid to meet Maverick. I’m sure they’ll be the best of friends.” He said drying the last of his tears.

“We’ll, I’m having him…or her calling me uncle Vin. And I’m going to teach him to wrestle
“Boy.” Said Trish shaking her head.
”So mum…if it’s a girl…I’ll be bringing her to you to do her hair.” Said slyly.
”Oh I bet you are.” Replied Trish.
”Ica, Claude.” Began Morgana. “Thank you.” I’m honoured to be grandma #3.” She said smiling,

Claude and Ica both nod their heads. “Wait…does Kalista have one? I didn’t see her get one.” Said Jo.

”Oh, Kalista was the first to know, obviously.” Laughed Ica. So I gave her hers early. She took me to the gynaecologist. She basically begged me to take a test. She even had I feeling that I was pregnant. And of course, she was right. I think she was more excited than me. She was elated for be an auntie. And now we’re babies with besties!” Ica said enthusiastically.

”I just can’t believe it. My little booga is going to be a mommy.” Cooed Trish. Then a devious smirk kept across her face as she turned to Claude. “I guess you still got it old man.” Claude turned bright red, embarrassed.

”MUM! Cried Ica. Kalista couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
”That’s what I said.”

“KALISTA!” Ica said also turning red as much as her brown skin would let her. You guys are embarrassing us for Pete’s sake. “Okay okay. Sorry” She said calming down her laughter. So I guess I’ll be throwing your baby shower then?” A delighted look passed across Kalista’s face.

“Kalista, your pregnant. And by the time my shower rolls around you’ll have given birth to Mackenzie.” Said Ica.

“I know, but I still want to throw you a wonderful shower like you and the girls did for me.” Said Kalista.

“Kalista hon.” Started Jo. “We’ll help you.” Said Jo putting a encouraging hand on Kalista’s arm.

“See your mums said they’d help.” Kalista looked at Ica with a pleading look.
”Oh alright, as long as you promise me to not over do it.” Said Ica shaking her finger.
”I promise.” I a smile at her best friend.

Pretty soon, the dinner comes to and end and everyone begins to file out after giving Ica and Claude congratulatory hugs. After everyone leaves the house, the Frollo couple clean up the kitchen and head up to get ready for bed.

When Claude comes out of the bathroom, he sees Ica sitting on the bed, with a content look on her face. Claude walks over and climbs into bed with her. He pulls her close. She leans into him. “I’m so elated on how tonight when. Deep down I knew they would be happy for us…but to see their faces made it that much more wonderful.” Said Ica.

“I’m glad too mon amour. Our baby is going to have so much love in his or her life.” He slides his hand down to her middle and kisses her cheek. Ica cranes her neck to look up at him.

”Do you want a boy or a girl.” Asked Ica.

”To tell you the truth, it doesn’t matter what we have. I’m just happy to be able to raise a child with you. You will be a wonderful mother.” He said holding her a little tighter.

”You think?”
”I don’t think I know.” He said stroking her face.

Ica snuggled into the warmth of her husband and he laid his head on top of hers, his hand still resting on her stomach. Pretty soon, they’re fast asleep.

The next morning and Claude and Ica are headed to her first check up as well as to get the ultrasound. Both Claude and Ica are excited to be able to share in the moment together. Ica looks over at her husband and smiles affectionately. “Thank you. For coming to my appointment with me.” She said.

”Oh crazy girl. I wouldn’t miss these appointments for the world. I will be with you every step of the way. With you and our baby.” He said reaching over to pat her stomach. I a giggled.

“I think as much as you touch my belly, the baby’s going to be attached to you at the hip!”

“Oh, that’s not such a bad thing.” Said Claude chuckling. “I’m going to smother him or her with love anyway.

”You’re already such a mushy dad.” Claude laughed.
”I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Pretty soon the Frollos are pulling into the car park of the hospital. “You ready?” Said Ica looking over at her unborn baby’s father.

”Ready.” He said taking her hand.

When they get to the lobby, Ica heads to the check in window. “Hi I have an appointment with Dr. Addison Deluca.”

”Name.” Said the receptionist.”

“Ica Frollo.” The receptionist quickly scans through the computer and clicks. “Alright, have a seat and you’ll be called shortly.”

”Thank you.” Ica heads back over to the waiting area and takes a seat next to Claude. “You know, when I came to see if I was pregnant with Kalista I was so nervous. But now, I don’t feel so nervous.”

“I think that’s because you know for sure that this little one is here to stay.” Said Claude.
”Do you think…do you think I’ll have a good pregnancy? What if something goes wrong?”
”Oh mon amour. Don’t think like that. Pray to Jehovah if you start to feel anxious okay?”

“Okay.” She said softly. “What if I have twins. They run in my family you know.” Ica chuckled. He leaned in to kiss her forehead and she laid her head on his shoulder.

”Well I wouldn’t mind two babies.” Said Claude. Ica just shook her head.

Just then one of the nurses pops her head head into the waiting room. “Ica?” Ica stands up and heads toward the nurse and Claude follows but then halts.

”Um…it’s okay if my husband comes with me right?” Asked Ica.
”Oh…” said the nurse. “Your husband. This is him?” She asked glancing at Claude.
”Yes.”
”Oh well, of course.”

“Okay, great. Just double checking.” Ica reached out to take Claude’s hand and the follow the nurse to room 24.

“My name is Gayle, by the way.” She said with a smile. “Alright I’ll take your weight.” Said the Gayle. Ica kicks off her shoes and steps up on the scale while Gayle fiddles with the weights. “99 lbs.”

“Claude I gained 7lbs!” He laughed.

“You still aren’t all that heavy.”

“I know.” Ica chuckled. “But still, it’s 7lbs.”
”Fille folle.” He sai affectionately.

Gayle watches them with an amused smile. “Well alright, we’ll you two, Dr. Deluca will be in shortly.” They both nod their heads and Gayle leaves the room. Not long Dr. Deluca is entering the room.

“Hi! Ica. Nice to see you. I take it you’re looking after that little one like I told you to?”

”Of course!” Ica yipped.
”Good. I take it your husband wasn’t able to make it. Is this the baby’s grandfather?” Asked Dr. Deluca turning to Claude.

”No, that’s my husband, the baby’s father.” Said Ica laughing.
”Oh…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too…
”It’s okay. We get that a lot.”

“I’m Claude, nice to meet you.” He said holding out his hand. Dr. Deluca shakes it firmly smiling.

“Oh, and I should tell you, he’s already an amazing father.” Beamed Ica. Claude looks down shyly.
“We’ll, then your baby is very fortunate. So let’s take a look shall we?”

Dr. Deluca squeezes the clear goop onto Ica’s abdomen as she lays on her back. “Oo cold!” She yelped. Claude reaches over to take his wife’s hand.

“Oops, I forgot to warn you.” Said Dr. Deluca apologetically.

“That’s okay. Now I know to expect that next time.” Ica said chuckling.

As Dr. Deluca moves around her tool, the soon to be parents stare at the monitor still holding hands. Then Dr. Deluca halts and a quick steady thump fills the room. “Is that…” Ica trails off.

”Yes.” Said the red haired doctor. “That is your baby’s heart beat.” The Frollos go quiet as the see the tiny body moving on the digital monitor. Then Claude begins to weep. Both Ica and Dr. Deluca look at him.

“That’s my baby in there. Our baby. Growing inside you mon amour. My beautiful wife. And the heart beat is so strong. My baby’s strong little heart beat.” Claude said through muddled tears. Ica leans into Claude.

“Yes Claude.” She whispered. That’s our baby.

***

Ica is now 4 months pregnant, and her and Claude are looking at baby names. Tomorrow they will be finding the gender of the baby. Claude wraps his arms around Ica as she leans back against him. Her round belly peeking out beneath her shirt, with the baby book on her lap.

“You know, “ said Claude. When I picked up the baby book, I looked up your name.
”Oh you did did you.” Said Ica, leaning her head back to see him.

”Mmhm. It means light. And it makes sense because when I was in the dark, I was so lonely and so sad. Then you came into my life. You were my light, at the end of the tunnel.” He said tenderly as he nuzzled her nose with his.

”Ohh Claude, that’s so sweet. I am happy to be your light. So, what does your name mean?”
”It means strong willed, which I don’t particularly like.”

”How come?” Asked Ica
”It makes me sound mean…which I kind of was.” He explained.

”Well, strong willed doesn’t always mean in a bad way. You had a strong will to turn your life around, a strong will to learn about Jehovah, and a strong will to keep up with me.” She giggled.

”Crazy girl. You always see the good in me.”

”Yup, and always will. Anyway now that we know what our names mean, we still need to find a name for our son or daughter. So what about Wyatt if it’s a boy?”

”Hmm, that’s a nice name. Oh! Or Logan?”

”I know too many Logan’s.” Said Ica shaking her head.

“What if it’s a girl?” Asked Claude.

”What about Bridgette? Actually no Nadia! Wait no. Zoey. No!
”I like Esmeralda.” Said Claude quietly.

”Hmm Esmeralda.” Ica ponders the name a minute. “I love it! We can call her Esme for short! Now for a boy.” Ica opens the baby name book to the boys names. Her hazel eyes scan through. Then they rest on one particular name. “Zephyr.” She said slowly. “It means West Wind.” Claude rest his chin on her shoulder.

”I like it.” Said Claude. “If he’s anything like you, then he’ll run like the wind.” Ica chuckled.

“I like it too. So it’s settled. Esmeralda if it’s a girl. Zephyr if it’s a boy.”
”Perfect.” Said Claude. “Esmeralda or Zephyr will be as beautiful as you, mon amour.”

Claude rest both of his slender hands on the bare part Ica’s protruding belly. He kisses her shoulder tenderly and runs the tip of his pointy nose up and down the length of her neck. Ica leans her head back enjoying his touch. She turns around to face him and kisses him softly on the lips, as she slips her fingers under the straps of his white tank and slides them down off his shoulders. Claude gently but reluctantly pulls away.

”Ica.” Breathed Claude. “I want to…but what if I hurt you…or the baby?” She gave her husband a smug smile.

“You know,” she whispered. “There are different ways we can do it. Ways that won’t hurt the baby.” Claude gazed at his wife. The desire in her hazel eyes was overtaking him.

”Okay.” He murmured. “Teach me.” Ica gave a satisfied smirk and leaned back in to kiss her husband passionately, her hands caressing his face. He leaned into her kiss, sighing deeply with contentment.

The next morning the Frollos awoke to the sun peeking through their blinds. Claude is snug against his wife, running his slender hands up and down her bare belly. He buries his face in her thick hair and takes in the sent of her shampoo then leans over to kiss her cheek.

”Good morning mon amour.” He said, his voice low. Ica rolls over to face him.
”Good morning.” She said back nuzzling his face. Claude stroked her messy hair.
”Last night was wonderful.” Ica giggled and booped his nose with her finger.

“I told you there were different ways to do it. And our baby is fine.”

Claude scooted down beneath the covers and kissed Ica’s belly making her giggle. “I think the little one needs a good morning kiss too.” He said grinning as he popped his head back up from under the sheets, his gray disheveled hair falling all around her the place.

“What am I going to do with you my wily old man?” Said Ica. “Are you ready to find out if we’re having a girl or a boy? I can’t believe we’re at that stage of the pregnancy already.”

“Me either.” He said looking at her fondly. He lets out a yawn. “Soo I guess that means we should get some clothes on?” He gave Ica a cheeky smile. She threw a pillow at him.

“Come on you.” She laughed.

After the Frollos check into the hospital they take a seat in the waiting area. “So, do you want to have gender reveal party? I never really thought about it till now.” Asked Ica. Claude ponder the quest for a few moments.

“I say we do it.” He said taking her hand.

“Yeah?” Said Ica raising her eyebrows. He nodded.
“Yeah.” Ica smiles up at him and rest her head on his shoulder.

Just then a woman maybe 6 months pregnant walks by and takes a seat two seats down from where Claude and Ica are sitting. They smile at her and she gives them a quizzical look. “First baby?” She asked smiling. Ica nodded. “I thought so. I know a new mother when I see one. Your a just an itty bitty thing. Your baby might be bigger than you.” The woman chuckled. “Then again the female body is a magnificent thing.”

”I do hear that a lot.” Said Ica chuckling as well. “What about you?”
”This is my second.” She said patting her stomach. “My name is Lacey by the way.”
“Ica. Nice to meet you, and congratulations.” Said Ica smiling.
”Thank you. And is the father to be excited?” Asked

“I am.” Piped Claude. Lacey looked at Claude not quite sure what to say. “Oh, you’re the father? I thought you were…” Lacey trailed off and shook her head embarrassed. “I’m sorry it’s just that… Ica jumped in.

”It’s okay Lacey. This is my husband Claude and he’s over the moon. I don’t know about your husband but if he could, his ands would be permanently attached to my belly. Isn’t that right Claude.” He blushed. Lacey, looking a bit more relaxed huffs a laugh.

”Yes that was my husband as well.”

Just then, the nurse opens the door and calls out Ica’s name. Both parents stand up. “Nice speaking with you Lacey.”

”You too and congratulations.” With that, the Frollos followed after the nurse and into room. After normal procedure, the nurse tells them the doctor will be in shortly. True to her word, Dr. Deluca enters the room.

“Well hello you two. Are you ready for the big reveal?” Said Dr. Deluca enthusiastically.
”We are!” Said Ica, just as enthusiastically.
”Alrighty then, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Once again Dr. Deluca squeezes the goop onto Ica’s bare stomach. Iva reached for Claude’s hand and he gladly takes it. “So have you two picked out any names for the baby?” Asked Dr. Delicate. Claude and Ica look at each other and grin.

“We have.” Said Ica. “Zephyr if it’s a boy.” Started Ica.
”And Esmeralda if it’s a girl.” Finished Claude.

“Both wonderful names.” Said Dr. Deluca. “Alright let me see…ah here. Well Mr. and Mrs. Frollo, say hello to baby Zephyr. Claude and Ica stare up at the monitor bath silent for a moment.

“It’s…a boy?” Asked Claude quietly. The kind red headed doctor nodded. Once again Claude begins to tear up. “It’s a boy.” He said again through muddle tears. “We have a baby boy.” Ica looked over at her weeping husband affectionately. She leaned over to nuzzle his arm.

“Yes Claude, my wonderful husband.” Whispered Ica. “Looks like we’re have are having a beautiful baby boy. And his name is Zephyr.”

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“So! Are you nervous about telling Claude?” Asked Kalista as they head back to the house.
”Well…maybe a little. I just hope that…” Ica paused a minute.
”That what?” Asked Kalista tilting her head.

“That he feels worthy. Sometimes my Claudie bears struggles with feeling worthy. I mean, he’s gotten better, but still. You know what I mean?” Kalista nodded.

“I do, but he has a whole support system, we’ll all take care of him. Plus I think he’ll be the oldest dad in the congregation. And if this kid is anything like you, he or she will have an enormous amount of energy. How is a 67 year old man to keep up?” Asked Kalista laughing. Ica smacked her forehead.

”Very funny.” Said Ica giving her friend am exaggerated look. She goes quiet a moment.
”You okay? I’m sorry. That wasn’t nice.” Kalista apologised.

“No, your fine. I was just thinking…” A wave of sadness passes over Ica’s face.
”What’s wrong?” Kalista pressed.

“Will my baby lose his or her father early?” Kalista is silent for a moment. “Like you said, Claude is 67…by the time the baby’s ten he’ll be almost 80. At the very best, he’ll live to see his son or daughter turn 30…maybe. That’s early for losing a father. Maybe getting pregnant was bad idea.” Said Ica despairingly.

”Okay, look at me.” Demanded Kalista. Ica turns to look at her best friend. “I will not hear of any of this kind of talk. Regardless, I know Claude will love this child with all he has. If it’s anything like they love he has for you, then it’s true. And even if Claude does pass away while his kid is young, he or she will have been thoroughly loved by him. And this kid will have many father like brother’s in the congregation, until he or she is reunited with Claude…a much younger Claude, new system.” Ica chuckled. “So getting pregnant was definitely not a mistake. Don’t let me hear you say that again. Besides, if he was able to knock you up at his age, then he might live well into his hundreds.” She said grinning. Ica just looked at her friend, amused.

”What would I do without you?” Said Ica.

When Kalista pulls back up in front of the house Claude’s car is in the driveway, indicating he is back from field service. Ica’s pulse quickens. “Oh boy.”

”You’ll be fine.” Said Kalista winking. Ica smiled.
”I know.”

“Now hurry in. I can’t wait to tell Wes he is going to be an uncle. Text me later to let me know how it went.”

”I will.” Said Ica getting out of the car and shutting the door behind her.
”Okay, see you later.”
”Bye!”

When Ica gets inside the house, Claude is at the stove cooking something. Ica takes in a huge whiff. “Whatever you’re making smells really good.” She said walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

”Well, I thought you may be hungry when you got back.” He kissed her back. “You were so sick you weren’t able to eat anything. I’m making you soup. I hope that’s gentle enough on your stomach. So, tell me how was your appointment? Do you feel better?”

”I do. The good news is it wasn’t the stomach flu.” She said huffing a laugh. Claude tilted his head making his bangs swish to one side.

”Oh? Then what was it.” Ica feels her heart once again speed up.
“Come sit down with me, in the living room.” She takes him by the hand and leads him to the couch.

Ica, what’s going on? Is everything all right? You’re worrying me.” Said Claude, his dark gray eyes full of concern. Ica nods.

”Yeah, I’m okay. Great actually. But, you know how I wanted Kalista to take me to my appointment instead of you?” Claude nodded. “Well that’s because I wanted to make sure of something, before I told you.” Explained Ica.

”Tell me what crazy girl?” Asked Claude. Ica takes her husband’s slender hands in his own.
”Claude, my wonderful husband. I am with child. You are going to be a father.

Claude sits silent for several moments. Ica’s nerves are off the chart, but she calmly sits and lets what she just told him sink in. “I’m…going to be a father?” Said Claude softly. “Ica nods her head. Suddenly tears brim in her husband’s dark gray eyes, and spill over down his aged cheeks. He takes Ica in his arms and pulls her close to his chest. “I’m going to be a father.” He murmured again. Ica wraps her arms around her weeping husband.

”You are.” She squeaked. Tears now in her own eyes. After staying like this for several moments, they let go of each other. Claude looks at his wife with pure affection. “So your happy?” She asked.

“I’m more than happy. I’m thrilled.” Said Claude. “So…do…do you think I’ll be a good father? I mean I’m not exactly…youn-

Ica put her finger to his mouth, silencing him mid sentence. “You, are going to be a wonderful father. I can say that a million percent. She leaned in to kiss him tenderly on the lips. “I just hope I’m a good mum.” Said Ica shyly.

”Oh mon amour. Our child will thing the world of you. Just like I do.” Claude slides both of his hands down the side of her waist and bends down to press his ear to her stomach. “Bonjour ma petite, tu vas avoir la meilleure maman. elle t'aimera avec tout ce qu'elle a.” He said tenderly.

”What did you say?” Asked Ica giggling.

“I said that you, little one, are going to have the best mum. She will love you with everything she has.” Translated Claude. “Our son or daughter is going to be bilingual you know. I’m going to teach him or her French.” He said proudly.

”I think that’s a wonderful idea.” Said Ica, leaning into him. Claude let’s his hand rest on his wife’s stomach where their precious child is taking form.

***

The next day Ica awakens to find both cats and their puppy with all three of their heads laying on her stomach. She reached down to stroke their heads. “Claude.” She whispered. “Claude, wake up.” Claude sleepily opens. “Look.” Ica motions with her head to the three snoozing animals on top of her.

”Well well, I think they know that there is something up. I think they are guarding you and the baby.” Claude scoots over and gently lays his head on his wife’s shoulder and drapes his arm across her waist and over Nixen, Roary, and Irish. “There. Now I am guarding all five of you. My beautiful wife, my three fur babies, and our un born child.” He said proudly. Ica cranes her neck to look up at her doting husband. He looks down at her grinning.

”Oh my wily old man. I love you so much. So, you do know we have to get everyone together to tell them the news right?” Said Ica. Claude nodded. “And I have the perfect way on how to do it.”

”Oh? And what’s that? If I know you crazy girl you are thinking of some strange unusual way.” He said chuckling.

“We’ll for your information…I had an idea. But then I realised that it could involve me getting hurt…so I just decided to go with an idea I saw on YouTube. See I’ve matured since getting pregnant. I’m not so impulsive. I have to be the example for our baby.” Said Ica in an exaggerated brown up voice.

”Yeah, okay. I guarantee I’ll have to keep both of you out of trouble. Anyway. Go head mon amour. What was your idea?” He said smugly.

”So I thought we could go buy everyone a shirt saying what they are going to be. So for mums 1 and 2 we’ll get them a shirt that says Proud Nanny…for da proud grampie…you know, like that.”

“I think that’s a great idea. There’s only one problem.” Said Claude.
”What’s that?” Said Ica curiously.
”We have to find a way to get out of bed without waking these lot.” Ica laughed.
”Good point.”

***

“Ica?” Claude called from the kitchen. ”I’m making coffee, do you want anything?”

”No, I’m okay.”

When Claude comes into the living room he sees his wife standing in front of the laptop, with her hazel eyes glued to the screen. “I would have made you coffee, but I don’t think too much caffeine would be good for our little one. Besides if he or she is anything like you, then that kid’s energy level will be off the charts.” He places his coffee down on the table and peers over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

”Working on designing the shirts. There is a really cool site where you can design them, and they’ll print them the same day. We just have to go pick them up.” Said Ica looking up at him.

”Oh, neat. Let me see.” Claude takes a seat in the chair in front of the desk and Ica sits down on his lap. He rest his chin on her shoulder, all the while resting his hand on her stomach. She huffs affectionately.

”Are you going to keep your hand glued to my belly the whole nine month pregnancy?” She said chuckling.

”Huh? Oh! Well… to tell you the truth…I kind of did it absentmindedly. I guess I’m already attached to this little baby.” Said Claude grinning. Ica placed her hand over his.

“Well…I don’t mind one bit.” She murmured. “Our baby will know that papa will always be here.” Ica puts the finishing touches on all the shirts and hits the add to cart button, followed by the check out button. “So they won’t be ready to pick up for another three hours. But I’ll send out a text saying that we are going to host dinner tonight. That way we can surprise them with the news.”

”Sounds like a plan to me. So…what are we going to be having for dinner?” Asked Claude. Ica gave him a cheeky look.

”Well I was thinking my wonderful French husband can cook us some wonderful French onion soup?” Claude gave her a questioning look. “S’il vous plaît?” Pleaded Ica.

“Oh, so are we french now?” Chortled Claude.

“Well if our baby will be learning French, I need to know some stuff. Speaking of…isn’t the correct way to pronounced your name Claude.” Said Ica, enunciating the au with the “ow” sound. She laughed. “Sounds like cloud.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Said Claude, humour in his voice.
”No.” chuckled Ica. “You just never pronounced it like that. How come?”

”I used too, when I lived in France. My parents and Clement did too but…when I left then everyone pronounced it the American way. And I kind of just stuck with that.” Claude paused a moment. Speaking of Clement, he would be thrilled to have been an uncle.” He said wistfully. Once again, Claude’s hands are at Ica’s belly and he bent down to whisper into her middle. “Bonjour mon petit. Il ne sera pas là quand tu arriveras chez nous, mais tu as un oncle Clément qui t'aimera autant que moi.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you just told him about Clement?” Claude looked up at his wife with a grin. She quickly ran her fingers through his think gray hair. “I take that as a yes. But back to my question, are you going to make the French Onion Soup?” She sticks her bottom lip out. He stands up and nuzzles her freckled nose.

”You know crazy girl. You didn’t have to beg. I was already going to do it.”
”You do spoil me.” Ica said guiltily.

“Well, you’re worth spoiling. And now I have two of you to spoil.” Said Claude kissing her head. “Now, if I am going to make dinner you and I need to go to the grocery store to buy the ingredients.”

”Oh okay! Then we can go grab the shirts! I’ll be in the car!” Ica jumps in the air then out the door. All Claude does is shake his head and follow after her.

When the get to the store, Claude grabs a shopping cart and Ica proceeds to stand on the lip at the bottom. “Push me!” She said giggling.

“Are you serious crazy girl?” Claude said huffing a laugh.

“I am. I bet our baby will want to do this.” She said grinning.

“Am I going to be taking care of two children?” Said Claude giving his wife a look. Ica laughed. “Oh alright, just hold on tight. I don’t want you falling. Especially now that you’re pregnant.” Claude placed both arms around Ica and grasped the bar putting his hands on the sides of hers. As they make their way to the isles they need, the pass the baby isle. Claude automatically turns down he isle.

”You had to go down this isle didn’t you?” She said, leaning her head back to look at him.
”I couldn’t help it.” He grinned down at her.

”Wily old man. Well since we’re in the store I have a craving for apples and French dressing.” Said Ica. Claude mad a face. “What? Pregnancy cravings.” Said Ica shrugging innocently.

The Frollos grab all the ingredients they need and head to pick up the shirts. On the way Ica sends out a group text to everyone.

Ica: Claude and I decided to invite everyone over for dinner. Come bye at 5:30. He’s making French onion soup!

When they get to the T-Shirt print shop, Ica can’t wait to see how they’ve come out. “Hi there!” Said a young man with glasses. “How can I help you?”

“Hi I’m here to pick up shirts that I had printed.” She said excitedly.

“Oh of course. Name?”

“Ica Frollo.”
”Okay, I’ll be right back.” When the man disappears around the back, Ica turns to Claude.

“I hope they came out nice.” She said, a hint of worry in her voice.
”Oh I’m sure they did.” Said Claude stroking her head.

Not long the clerk comes back carrying a bundle of shirts in his arms. “Here you go. Feel free to take a look at them to make sure they are to your likening.” Ica eagerly goes through all the shirts.

“Oh wow! Claude they’re perfect! Look! She tosses him some of the shirts his way. He holds them up and examines them.

”They are nice!” He said tilting his head.
”Okay, these are great. Thank you so much!”
”No problem! Enjoy.”

The Frollos thank the man and head home to make dinner.

***

Before long, 5:30 rolls around. Those coming to dinner are mums Trish and Jo, her dad Rodney, brother Clair, Morgana Ica’s former bible teacher Morgana, and Claude’s former bible teacher and best friend Liam Bucksaplenty-Finch. The first to arrive is Kalista. Ica runs to the door and swings it open.

”So I’m guessing this is the pregnancy reveal dinner?” Said Kalista, a knowing smile on her face.
”Haha yup!” Said Ica cheerfully.
”I’m going to be an auntie and besties with babies. I’m so excited.” Ica laughed.
”I think you are more excited than me, seriously.

Kalista walks into the kitchen where she sees Claude putting the finishing touches on the meal. “Hey dad to be.” Sang Kalista. Claude looked down bashful.

“Hi Kalista.” He said.

”So, you must know.” Started Ica as she wrapped her arms around her husband’s think waist. “He cannot keep his hands off my belly. And he’s already talking to the baby.” Said Ica, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Well you did say he would be a wonderful father.” Said Kalista winking.
”Oh, well…you know.” Said Claude rubbing the back of his head.
“Soo,” started Ica. “Since you already know about the baby, you get your present early.”

Ica ran into the living room, then returned with one of the shirts her and Claude had made. She hands it ti her with a bug toothy grin. Kalista takes the shirt and holds it up. A enormous smile spreads across her face. “I LOVE IT!” She seized Ica in her arms. “Thank you.” Ica laughed.

“You are very welcome.” Just then the doorbell rang. Roary runs to the door, tail a golden blur. “Okay, I just got really nervous.” Ica said, putting her hands to her face.

“Why? Do you think they won’t take the news well?” Asked Kalista.
”No, I think they will be happy. It’s more like an excited nervous.”
”Oh. Gotcha.”
“Claude, go answer the door.”

Claude gave his wife a look. “You know I’m nervous too crazy girl. But I’ll get it.” Not long after Claude opens the door, Trish and Jo are walking into the kitchen. “Mmm smells good Claude.” Said Trish, taking in a deep sniff.

”Thank you. My parents recipe.” He said smiling.

”Hi mums.” Ica goes to give each of them a hug as Roary wedges himself in between them all. Both Trish and Jo bend down to give him belly rubs making his foot thrash through the air.

Next to arrive is Liam. When he sees Claude, he automatically throws an arm around his shoulder. “Hey buddy! How’s it going?” He said cheerfully. “You know, this will be the first time I try your cooking. It sure does smell good.” Claude chuckled.

“Way to lay the pressure on.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will be delicious.” He winked.

Lastly, Morgana, Rodney, and Clair arrive and enter the kitchen. Ica gives her brother, father, and Morgana a hug. “Hi sweetie.” Said Morgana. Stroking her face.

”Hi.” Said Ica as she wrapped her arms around her.

Okay, Claude and I will go set the table, then we all can eat.” Said Ica. Every nods and goes back to their chatter. Claude takes a quick look at his wife and gives a faint smile, and Ica does the same thing.

As the two set the table, they both can’t help but feel nervous and giddy all at the same time. “Do you think they’ll be happy for us?”

”Of course they will!” Especially Jo. Just another grandchild for her to love.” Chuckled Claude.
”Yeah, you’re right about that.” Said Ica smiling. “Um…what about da? Do you think he’ll be happy?

Claude walks up to his wife and outs his hand to her face. “I know it took your dad a while to…warm up to me. To be honest I think he is still getting used to me. But I know he loves you with all his heart. And he will love this grandchild all the same.” He gently kissed her on the forehead. “Come, let’s go tell everyone dinner is served.

“Claude buddy, that was delicious!” Said Liam wiping his mouth with a napkin. Everyone

”Yeah, he actually knows how to season his food.” Said Clair. Trish and Rod both huffed a laugh. Claude tilted his head.

“Long story.” Said Ica chuckling.

“Thank you everyone.” Said Claude bowing his head. Ica looks over at her husband and gives a slight smile and a subtle nod. He does the same back.

”So guys.” Began Ica. “We had shirts made for everyone.” Kalista winks discreetly at her best friend.
“We thought it would be fun to have some family shirts. I’ll go grab them. Be right back. As Ica goes to grab the shirts, her heart starts pumping in her heart with nerves excitement. I wonder if Claude is feeling what I am feeling. She thought to her self. When she gets back with the shirts, everyone looks at her, ready to get their shirts. She takes another glance at Claude and Kalista and they give her an encouraging smile.

“Now everyone, when I give you them, don’t read it until everyone has one.” Said Ica, as she passed out the shirts. Once everyone has one, she gives Claude a kiss on the head and sits on his lap. Once again his hand finds it’s way to Ica’s stomach and she puts her hand on top of his. “Okay, you can read them now.” She can feel Claude’s heart speed up and so does hers. Everyone holds up their shirts and reads them.

Jo’s the first one to read hers aloud. “Proud nanny.” Aww that’s so- realising what she just read she stares at the shirt. “Wait, Ica are you… she trailed off as everyone reads their shirts.

“Proud meema?” Said Patricia tilting her head. Then Rod reads his.
”Proud grampie.” Then Clair.
”Proud uncle.” Followed by Liam and Morgana.

Then all of a sudden it dawns on all of them and they all turn to look at the couple grinning. “We’re pregnant.” Said Ica, grinning even bigger.

“Awww hon! Congratulations! Cried Jo. “Now I have more babies to love!” Claude and Ica look at each other and smirk. “So that’s why you were so sick. You had a little one attaching to you.

“My baby girl’s pregnant.” I’m gonna be granddaddy. Said Rod, smiling creeping in his face. Liam looks at his shirt tears streaming down his face.

“Aww.” He said wiling his eyes. “You made me an honour uncle?”
”Of course.” Replied Claude. “Your my best friend so I thought it fitting. “Now you have two nephews.

”Nessie is moving down here in a couple of months. I can’t wait for your kid to meet Maverick. I’m sure they’ll be the best of friends.” He said drying the last of his tears.

“We’ll, I’m having him…or her calling me uncle Vin. And I’m going to teach him to wrestle
“Boy.” Said Trish shaking her head.
”So mum…if it’s a girl…I’ll be bringing her to you to do her hair.” Said slyly.
”Oh I bet you are.” Replied Trish.
”Ica, Claude.” Began Morgana. “Thank you.” I’m honoured to be grandma #3.” She said smiling,

Claude and Ica both nod their heads. “Wait…does Kalista have one? I didn’t see her get one.” Said Jo.

”Oh, Kalista was the first to know, obviously.” Laughed Ica. So I gave her hers early. She took me to the gynaecologist. She basically begged me to take a test. She even had I feeling that I was pregnant. And of course, she was right. I think she was more excited than me. She was elated for be an auntie. And now we’re babies with besties!” Ica said enthusiastically.

”I just can’t believe it. My little booga is going to be a mommy.” Cooed Trish. Then a devious smirk kept across her face as she turned to Claude. “I guess you still got it old man.” Claude turned bright red, embarrassed.

”MUM! Cried Ica. Kalista couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
”That’s what I said.”

“KALISTA!” Ica said also turning red as much as her brown skin would let her. You guys are embarrassing us for Pete’s sake. “Okay okay. Sorry” She said calming down her laughter. So I guess I’ll be throwing your baby shower then?” A delighted look passed across Kalista’s face.

“Kalista, your pregnant. And by the time my shower rolls around you’ll have given birth to Mackenzie.” Said Ica.

“I know, but I still want to throw you a wonderful shower like you and the girls did for me.” Said Kalista.

“Kalista hon.” Started Jo. “We’ll help you.” Said Jo putting a encouraging hand on Kalista’s arm.

“See your mums said they’d help.” Kalista looked at Ica with a pleading look.
”Oh alright, as long as you promise me to not over do it.” Said Ica shaking her finger.
”I promise.” I a smile at her best friend.

Pretty soon, the dinner comes to and end and everyone begins to file out after giving Ica and Claude congratulatory hugs. After everyone leaves the house, the Frollo couple clean up the kitchen and head up to get ready for bed.

When Claude comes out of the bathroom, he sees Ica sitting on the bed, with a content look on her face. Claude walks over and climbs into bed with her. He pulls her close. She leans into him. “I’m so elated on how tonight when. Deep down I knew they would be happy for us…but to see their faces made it that much more wonderful.” Said Ica.

“I’m glad too mon amour. Our baby is going to have so much love in his or her life.” He slides his hand down to her middle and kisses her cheek. Ica cranes her neck to look up at him.

”Do you want a boy or a girl.” Asked Ica.

”To tell you the truth, it doesn’t matter what we have. I’m just happy to be able to raise a child with you. You will be a wonderful mother.” He said holding her a little tighter.

”You think?”
”I don’t think I know.” He said stroking her face.

Ica snuggled into the warmth of her husband and he laid his head on top of hers, his hand still resting on her stomach. Pretty soon, they’re fast asleep.

The next morning and Claude and Ica are headed to her first check up as well as to get the ultrasound. Both Claude and Ica are excited to be able to share in the moment together. Ica looks over at her husband and smiles affectionately. “Thank you. For coming to my appointment with me.” She said.

”Oh crazy girl. I wouldn’t miss these appointments for the world. I will be with you every step of the way. With you and our baby.” He said reaching over to pat her stomach. I a giggled.

“I think as much as you touch my belly, the baby’s going to be attached to you at the hip!”

“Oh, that’s not such a bad thing.” Said Claude chuckling. “I’m going to smother him or her with love anyway.

”You’re already such a mushy dad.” Claude laughed.
”I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Pretty soon the Frollos are pulling into the car park of the hospital. “You ready?” Said Ica looking over at her unborn baby’s father.

”Ready.” He said taking her hand.

When they get to the lobby, Ica heads to the check in window. “Hi I have an appointment with Dr. Addison Deluca.”

”Name.” Said the receptionist.”

“Ica Frollo.” The receptionist quickly scans through the computer and clicks. “Alright, have a seat and you’ll be called shortly.”

”Thank you.” Ica heads back over to the waiting area and takes a seat next to Claude. “You know, when I came to see if I was pregnant with Kalista I was so nervous. But now, I don’t feel so nervous.”

“I think that’s because you know for sure that this little one is here to stay.” Said Claude.
”Do you think…do you think I’ll have a good pregnancy? What if something goes wrong?”
”Oh mon amour. Don’t think like that. Pray to Jehovah if you start to feel anxious okay?”

“Okay.” She said softly. “What if I have twins. They run in my family you know.” Ica chuckled. He leaned in to kiss her forehead and she laid her head on his shoulder.

”Well I wouldn’t mind two babies.” Said Claude. Ica just shook her head.

Just then one of the nurses pops her head head into the waiting room. “Ica?” Ica stands up and heads toward the nurse and Claude follows but then halts.

”Um…it’s okay if my husband comes with me right?” Asked Ica.
”Oh…” said the nurse. “Your husband. This is him?” She asked glancing at Claude.
”Yes.”
”Oh well, of course.”

“Okay, great. Just double checking.” Ica reached out to take Claude’s hand and the follow the nurse to room 24.

“My name is Gayle, by the way.” She said with a smile. “Alright I’ll take your weight.” Said the Gayle. Ica kicks off her shoes and steps up on the scale while Gayle fiddles with the weights. “99 lbs.”

“Claude I gained 7lbs!” He laughed.

“You still aren’t all that heavy.”

“I know.” Ica chuckled. “But still, it’s 7lbs.”
”Fille folle.” He sai affectionately.

Gayle watches them with an amused smile. “Well alright, we’ll you two, Dr. Deluca will be in shortly.” They both nod their heads and Gayle leaves the room. Not long Dr. Deluca is entering the room.

“Hi! Ica. Nice to see you. I take it you’re looking after that little one like I told you to?”

”Of course!” Ica yipped.
”Good. I take it your husband wasn’t able to make it. Is this the baby’s grandfather?” Asked Dr. Deluca turning to Claude.

”No, that’s my husband, the baby’s father.” Said Ica laughing.
”Oh…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too…
”It’s okay. We get that a lot.”

“I’m Claude, nice to meet you.” He said holding out his hand. Dr. Deluca shakes it firmly smiling.

“Oh, and I should tell you, he’s already an amazing father.” Beamed Ica. Claude looks down shyly.
“We’ll, then your baby is very fortunate. So let’s take a look shall we?”

Dr. Deluca squeezes the clear goop onto Ica’s abdomen as she lays on her back. “Oo cold!” She yelped. Claude reaches over to take his wife’s hand.

“Oops, I forgot to warn you.” Said Dr. Deluca apologetically.

“That’s okay. Now I know to expect that next time.” Ica said chuckling.

As Dr. Deluca moves around her tool, the soon to be parents stare at the monitor still holding hands. Then Dr. Deluca halts and a quick steady thump fills the room. “Is that…” Ica trails off.

”Yes.” Said the red haired doctor. “That is your baby’s heart beat.” The Frollos go quiet as the see the tiny body moving on the digital monitor. Then Claude begins to weep. Both Ica and Dr. Deluca look at him.

“That’s my baby in there. Our baby. Growing inside you mon amour. My beautiful wife. And the heart beat is so strong. My baby’s strong little heart beat.” Claude said through muddled tears. Ica leans into Claude.

“Yes Claude.” She whispered. That’s our baby.

***

Ica is now 4 months pregnant, and her and Claude are looking at baby names. Tomorrow they will be finding the gender of the baby. Claude wraps his arms around Ica as she leans back against him. Her round belly peeking out beneath her shirt, with the baby book on her lap.

“You know, “ said Claude. When I picked up the baby book, I looked up your name.
”Oh you did did you.” Said Ica, leaning her head back to see him.

”Mmhm. It means light. And it makes sense because when I was in the dark, I was so lonely and so sad. Then you came into my life. You were my light, at the end of the tunnel.” He said tenderly as he nuzzled her nose with his.

”Ohh Claude, that’s so sweet. I am happy to be your light. So, what does your name mean?”
”It means strong willed, which I don’t particularly like.”

”How come?” Asked Ica
”It makes me sound mean…which I kind of was.” He explained.

”Well, strong willed doesn’t always mean in a bad way. You had a strong will to turn your life around, a strong will to learn about Jehovah, and a strong will to keep up with me.” She giggled.

”Crazy girl. You always see the good in me.”

”Yup, and always will. Anyway now that we know what our names mean, we still need to find a name for our son or daughter. So what about Wyatt if it’s a boy?”

”Hmm, that’s a nice name. Oh! Or Logan?”

”I know too many Logan’s.” Said Ica shaking her head.

“What if it’s a girl?” Asked Claude.

”What about Bridgette? Actually no Nadia! Wait no. Zoey. No!
”I like Esmeralda.” Said Claude quietly.

”Hmm Esmeralda.” Ica ponders the name a minute. “I love it! We can call her Esme for short! Now for a boy.” Ica opens the baby name book to the boys names. Her hazel eyes scan through. Then they rest on one particular name. “Zephyr.” She said slowly. “It means West Wind.” Claude rest his chin on her shoulder.

”I like it.” Said Claude. “If he’s anything like you, then he’ll run like the wind.” Ica chuckled.

“I like it too. So it’s settled. Esmeralda if it’s a girl. Zephyr if it’s a boy.”
”Perfect.” Said Claude. “Esmeralda or Zephyr will be as beautiful as you, mon amour.”

Claude rest both of his slender hands on the bare part Ica’s protruding belly. He kisses her shoulder tenderly and runs the tip of his pointy nose up and down the length of her neck. Ica leans her head back enjoying his touch. She turns around to face him and kisses him softly on the lips, as she slips her fingers under the straps of his white tank and slides them down off his shoulders. Claude gently but reluctantly pulls away.

”Ica.” Breathed Claude. “I want to…but what if I hurt you…or the baby?” She gave her husband a smug smile.

“You know,” she whispered. “There are different ways we can do it. Ways that won’t hurt the baby.” Claude gazed at his wife. The desire in her hazel eyes was overtaking him.

”Okay.” He murmured. “Teach me.” Ica gave a satisfied smirk and leaned back in to kiss her husband passionately, her hands caressing his face. He leaned into her kiss, sighing deeply with contentment.

The next morning the Frollos awoke to the sun peeking through their blinds. Claude is snug against his wife, running his slender hands up and down her bare belly. He buries his face in her thick hair and takes in the sent of her shampoo then leans over to kiss her cheek.

”Good morning mon amour.” He said, his voice low. Ica rolls over to face him.
”Good morning.” She said back nuzzling his face. Claude stroked her messy hair.
”Last night was wonderful.” Ica giggled and booped his nose with her finger.

“I told you there were different ways to do it. And our baby is fine.”

Claude scooted down beneath the covers and kissed Ica’s belly making her giggle. “I think the little one needs a good morning kiss too.” He said grinning as he popped his head back up from under the sheets, his gray disheveled hair falling all around her the place.

“What am I going to do with you my wily old man?” Said Ica. “Are you ready to find out if we’re having a girl or a boy? I can’t believe we’re at that stage of the pregnancy already.”

“Me either.” He said looking at her fondly. He lets out a yawn. “Soo I guess that means we should get some clothes on?” He gave Ica a cheeky smile. She threw a pillow at him.

“Come on you.” She laughed.

After the Frollos check into the hospital they take a seat in the waiting area. “So, do you want to have gender reveal party? I never really thought about it till now.” Asked Ica. Claude ponder the quest for a few moments.

“I say we do it.” He said taking her hand.

“Yeah?” Said Ica raising her eyebrows. He nodded.
“Yeah.” Ica smiles up at him and rest her head on his shoulder.

Just then a woman maybe 6 months pregnant walks by and takes a seat two seats down from where Claude and Ica are sitting. They smile at her and she gives them a quizzical look. “First baby?” She asked smiling. Ica nodded. “I thought so. I know a new mother when I see one. Your a just an itty bitty thing. Your baby might be bigger than you.” The woman chuckled. “Then again the female body is a magnificent thing.”

”I do hear that a lot.” Said Ica chuckling as well. “What about you?”
”This is my second.” She said patting her stomach. “My name is Lacey by the way.”
“Ica. Nice to meet you, and congratulations.” Said Ica smiling.
”Thank you. And is the father to be excited?” Asked

“I am.” Piped Claude. Lacey looked at Claude not quite sure what to say. “Oh, you’re the father? I thought you were…” Lacey trailed off and shook her head embarrassed. “I’m sorry it’s just that… Ica jumped in.

”It’s okay Lacey. This is my husband Claude and he’s over the moon. I don’t know about your husband but if he could, his ands would be permanently attached to my belly. Isn’t that right Claude.” He blushed. Lacey, looking a bit more relaxed huffs a laugh.

”Yes that was my husband as well.”

Just then, the nurse opens the door and calls out Ica’s name. Both parents stand up. “Nice speaking with you Lacey.”

”You too and congratulations.” With that, the Frollos followed after the nurse and into room. After normal procedure, the nurse tells them the doctor will be in shortly. True to her word, Dr. Deluca enters the room.

“Well hello you two. Are you ready for the big reveal?” Said Dr. Deluca enthusiastically.
”We are!” Said Ica, just as enthusiastically.
”Alrighty then, let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Once again Dr. Deluca squeezes the goop onto Ica’s bare stomach. Iva reached for Claude’s hand and he gladly takes it. “So have you two picked out any names for the baby?” Asked Dr. Delicate. Claude and Ica look at each other and grin.

“We have.” Said Ica. “Zephyr if it’s a boy.” Started Ica.
”And Esmeralda if it’s a girl.” Finished Claude.

“Both wonderful names.” Said Dr. Deluca. “Alright let me see…ah here. Well Mr. and Mrs. Frollo, say hello to baby Zephyr. Claude and Ica stare up at the monitor bath silent for a moment.

“It’s…a boy?” Asked Claude quietly. The kind red headed doctor nodded. Once again Claude begins to tear up. “It’s a boy.” He said again through muddle tears. “We have a baby boy.” Ica looked over at her weeping husband affectionately. She leaned over to nuzzle his arm.

“Yes Claude, my wonderful husband.” Whispered Ica. “Looks like we’re have are having a beautiful baby boy. And his name is Zephyr.”