I think I want to do a little bit more of this, but this is what I got for now.

Zoë and Wash where in their bunks. Zoë was lying in the bed trying to rest, but it was hard because Wash had decided that her stomach would be his new play land.

“What should we call this fertile land?” He said in Bradley the Brachiosaurus voice.

“We shall call it…it shall be named Wolfgang.” Wash said in Violet the Velociraptor voice.

“No.”

“Ok, it shall forever be named…Basil.” This was Bradley the Brachiosaurs voice.

“No.’

Wash gave a whimper. “Then it shall be called Hubert.” Bradley proclaimed.

“No.”

Hopefully Wash suggested. “Hoban Jr?”

“Do you want our baby to get beat up?” Zoë replied as she rubbed her husband’s head. “And how do you know it will be a boy anyway?”

Wash sat up and bang on his chest. “Because I am a manly man and manly men have boys.” Zoë just laughed.

“Ok…how bout Hobannette then for a girl?”

“Hell no husband I am not naming our daughter Hobannette. I love our baby.”

Wash flopped down back on the bed. He kissed his wife’s belly. “I guess I don’t care really…as long as it’s healthy and safe.”

He played with her belly button for a while. Zoë relished the quite, but she knew that it wasn’t going to last. His finger’s trailed to the scar that she had on her stomach.

“We really going to do this…here?” This was Wash’s serious voice.

Zoë took a deep breath, she was waiting for this. “No better place.”

“Do you think this is the right environment to raise a little helpless baby? Sweetie we live a pretty rough and tumble life out here in the black…I just think that maybe now is the time that we settle down. Maybe start that farm.” He rubbed her belly as he spoke.

Zoë pulled him closer to her. “Don’t matter where we go, life is going to be hard. Life is hard. At least out here we got people who have our backs and love and care for us. They would rather die than have anything happen to our baby.” She kissed her husband. “Besides you don’t know how to farm.”

“You haven’t listened very well to