Anastasia's POV
After the doctor visit is done, Damien and I drive back to my parents house. We are going to have a talk with them, before we both need to get ready for tonight's event. We are holding hands, and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach along with my little one kicking.
"So, have you thought of a name for the little rascal in there, yet?" Damien asks while putting his hand on my stomach. I smile to myself.
"Yes, I have two I really like, actually." I reply and Damien briefly looks at me with a smile.
"And are you going to tell me, mon étoile?" He asks.
"I'm stuck between Elias or Alexandar?" I say my eyebrows furrowed. I honestly don't know which one I like better, and it's not getting easier with time. By now I had agreed with myself to wait until his
