Pedia's POV (8 months later)
Eight and a half months pregnant, I'm still looking good, and I'm pleased with how my baby grows. Looking down at my belly, I smile at my little prince, who is constantly kicking me to remind me that he's in there and that he can also hear me. I went back to Melbourne for the scans and paid a visit to my mother's grave. I won't forget Anita and Taylor's faces, how shocked they saw how big I was.
"Do you know what you want to call the baby?" Taylor asked since we were watching a movie and that movie had finished.
"My name is unique. I picked Kace."
"That's a nice name, is he going to have a middle name?" Anita asked.
"Can't think of one."
"Reuben?"
"Kace Reuben Grey." Taylor said.
"I love that."
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, it was quick, and it we
