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The Domestic Garden Witch: Po-Ta-Toes

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Samwise Gamgee’s Dream Come True!

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Okay, so if you follow my blog, chances are that you’re wondering if this whole potato theme for today is because of St. Patrick’s. I promise, I’m not enforcing Irish stereotypes on purpose. I just really like potatoes, and when it comes to gardening, it’s a bit of a disservice to overlook this vegetable. After all, when we think about kitchen gardens or home gardens, we think of herbs or flowers, and not about the veggies we eat that live a rather subterranean existence. But potatoes - those lovely little brown lumps that we can get for a couple dollars per five pound bag in the supermarket - are not only inexpensive. They’re extremely hardy little plants that can be grown rather easily.

You don’t need much to get started with this project. First, you need “seed potatoes.” This is not hard to find. Simply take a few potatoes and allow them to grow a bit. They will sprout a few short little stalks from the eyes on the surface. Save these, and get potting mix and two medium to large plastic pots that can easily stack one inside the other.

Carefully cut a few panes out of the inner pot as in the picture above, then place the inner pot into the outer one. Fill the pot part way with soil, add your seed potatoes, and cover them with potting mix. Water as needed until the potato plants peek up out of the soil. Cover them again and repeat this process gradually until the pot is full.

In roughly three months, you’ll have potato plants that are ready to begin harvesting. Simply lift the inner pot up and pluck your potatoes as needed from the sides! Fresh potatoes, free!

Ideally, this method of potato cultivation can help feed a family of four for about a year. My family had used this method, and our family of five was able to stay fed for a year off of two of these planters (we like potatoes… and we eat them a lot…)

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How Can I Witch This?

Potatoes are very useful in witchcraft, and you can find out some of their magickal uses in my Foodie Friday article about Seafood Gnocchi. As for growing them, many of those properties remain the same!

As with any gardening venture, add crystals to the soil to promote healthy and fruitful plants, draw sigils and symbols on the pottery or planters, and incorporate protection or fertility ingredients into the soil - such as eggshell or coffee grounds.

Outside of the useful culinary benefits of having a potato planter on your front porch, a garden such as this is useful for outdoor space cleansing in small spaces, and for inviting prosperity into your home or property since potatoes represent such comforts as full bellies and pockets.

Since a small number of potatoes can be used to produce a much larger quantity in this planting method, you could even turn them into a prosperity or slow growth money spell! Pour your intent into the seed potatoes when you plant them, and as they produce new crops, give them water and food as an offering in order to keep the spell fed! Some of the potatoes produced in this way can also be converted into offerings or used in spellwork, in addition to being used to cook with!

The possibilities are practically endless where potatoes are concerned! See what you can do with these nifty little spuds!

And may your harvests always be bountiful!

Blessed Be! )O(

  • some nerd: if you stop eating refined sugars for a while it changes your whole palate. you'll start to notice the natural sweetness of baby carrots, or whole wheat bread!
  • me: *pouring chocolate-covered potato chips into my mouth* that's real fucking neato

My coworker today was like rly happy and then he went on his break and he came back all stressed out and shit and I didn’t wanna intrude and at the end of the shift I overheard him talking to the manager and apparently he ordered groceries online and his gf called him to let him know that instead of 2 1kg bags of potatoes they brought him 10 20kg bags and she couldn’t enter the house cuz their front lawn is covered in potatoes

Rosemary Potatoes


700g Small new potatoes
2 Tablespoons Olive oil
½ teaspoon Salt
2 cloves garlic, minced
1 ½ Tablespoons Fresh rosemary, chopped

Cover new potatoes with water and bring to a simmer. Cook 5 minutes. Drain and toss potatoes in pan over heat until outside of potatoes are dry. Add olive oil, salt, garlic, and fresh rosemary. Place potatoes in a pan, in one layer, and bake in a 180°C oven until crispy and browned, about 15-20 minutes. Serve with roasted and grilled meats or poultry.

Back to Ostara, the Spring Equinox

I'm home!!!

Apparently surgery went really well. I was super nervous when I got in but I barely even remember being wheeled into the OR!

I got very silly and loopy afterwards and waved hello to everyone walking past, I asked for pizza, and I told my husband off for not getting me kitty balloons because someone got monkey balloons delivered. LMAO I don’t ever remember being that happy high ever.

However, I must take a minute to say a big huge THANK YOU to all of you who sent lovely messages and tagged me on stuff. When I opened the app and saw the tags I damn near cried.

In no particular order:

@awkward-kooks @sammsdreaming @kimnamwho @kpopbrowniefics @admincl @charizard-z @kpopthirstaddicted @pocinamedia @everybodykpops @ravyeolii @shawolparadox @creepypancakes1 @whoatheresparkie @jeonjagiya @jeons-jalebi @dailydoseofdia @dropsofletters @raisinbranstark @thatsmyg1rl @kpopitout @sindrafalcone and the Wave 2 Noonas chat MVPs


STUDY TIPS FROM a lazy wannabe good student

I recently finished my finals (thank god) and I got a couple of tips for you guys if you want to shut yourself up somewhere and study for 6 hours (I did that; it wasn’t easy, but I did that.)

  1. Study buddy. - Grab your bae, your significant other, your bff, your acquaintance that you can stand, and study together. Bring snacks, tutor each other without being a nuisance, take walks together every hour or so to stretch your legs. Believe me, sometimes having the person in front of you studying like mad is a great motivation. Also, having someone wake you up from your “10 minutes, no, 11 minutes, wait actually 15 minutes” nap is a good thing, especially if your in a library and alarm clocks won’t do it. 
  2. Lots of pens. - If you’re like me, and you like to hand write all your notes, (24 pages of biology notes all handwritten your girl did that) you’re more than likely to run out of ink before you’re done. I just buy a 10 pack of muji gel inks and they usually last me throughout the exam season. Also, think. Do you really need that 20 pack of staedtler triplus fineliners when you got a maths exam the next monday? do you? look me in the eyes, do you? fine if you do. just ask yourself that. if you really do, then fine. but really?
  3. Hand sanitizer. - After three hours of studying, you ask your friends, “Hey, can you pass me those chips?” and before long, your fingers are covered in processed fried potato crumbs, and they smell like garlic and dijon mustard (i.e. the scent of heaven) and you pick up your pen. Great. Now everything smells like garlic and dijon mustard, and everything is sticky and oily and gross. Hand sanitizers to the rescue. My current fave is the walk in the woods by bath and body works (its been discontinued but they sell it at a beauty store here that has a massive collection of old scents.) literally crying why do they always discontinue great things
  4. Hygiene and beauty products. - Now I’m pretty sure this is just a spoiled brat thing but honestly my skin dries out like crazy in air con rooms and I always need tissue for some reason to wipe sweat from my palms or oh i don’t know blow my nose because the air con here is forever 18 bloody degrees and if you crank it up by one degree someone will complain and just :))))) no. Also can I just say that the Kiehl’s ultra facial cream is literally a life saver my skin peels off (I’m not joking i can peel off a layer of my skin) in air con rooms if i don’t use a good moisturiser and this WORKS. 
  5. A JACKET. - Again. Air con rooms, libraries, whatever. I get cold a lot. 
  6. Loose leaf paper - I don’t know but for me I need a lot of loose leaf paper even though I have notebooks for notes for each subject. Sometimes I use it to take notes when I don’t feel like using an entire notebook for one subject (Like i finished my biology notebook and I didn’t want to waste an entire new one for finals i just used paper but in the end i ended up using 24 sheets so… theres that.) or I use it as a handy formula sheet for maths or physics or use it to explain questions to friends or when I ask them to explain stuff to me, or when I want to do maths questions that are messy and I can’t be bothered to make them look nice because I have an entire chapter left to do and the exam is in eight hours. :(((((( basically.
  7. Dress for success - Seriously. Sometimes wearing something nice really helps you perk up. It might give you a much needed confidence boost, or  make you sit straighter. When I’m at home, I just wear a bra or atleast change out of the t-shirt and sweatpants I’ve been wearing for three days crying infront of Grey’s Anatomy. When I go out, I like to wear something comfortable but still nice. I realise that jewelry actually really make me perk up a lot and I feel so much more awake and energized when doing my work. 
  8. FOOD. - I really like bringing food to study sessions! I love sharing food with my friends, and sometimes we go to the store before going to the library/wherever to study to pick up some chips and cookies. Try to get get healthier ones or make your own. I find that eating snacks that are too oily make me a little too satisfied and I don’t really feel like working. Eating something cold, like grapes or juices really help me concentrate. I love a nice protein shake too, and I usually blend two table spoons of all plant protein powder, two oranges and one apple together for a nice protein shake, which is also great for a meal substitute if you’ve had a really heavy lunch and want something light for dinner. 
  9. Pre-download slides/notes - Usually, I bring my iPad/laptop to somewhere to study, and I don’t enable wifi unless I absolutely need to. That means I won’t get distracted on tumblr/buzzfeed/youtube and I still have my notes with me. I just use my phone to google things i really don’t know and so far its worked for me. 

SO YES. good luck ily this is great 10/10 would recommend :)


Dear EXO my loves,

Thank you for all the light, laughter, joy, and love you’ve brought into my life this past year. I can barely remember my life before you and I can’t even imagine a life without you. Thank you for all your goofy antics, your enduring passion, and your endless love for EXO-L’s. I have never been more blessed to be a part such a beautiful community. Thank you for opening my heart up to love. I will never be grateful enough for all the time I’ve known you. 

Avery (Sam Drake x Reader)


This one took me awhile to write because I had so many ideas I wanted to include in it. There are time lapses in this so I hope thats not confusing. Also, I would love some more suggestion if anyone has any ideas! I hope you guys enjoy!

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 3,139


*3 Months*

“Sam!” you call up the stairs tapping your foot impatiently.

“I’m coming!” He called down

“Why am I the one who’s always waiting! Shouldn’t this be the other way around.” You huff walking from the door back into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Opening the fridge you notice that Sam had finished the rest of the cherries. This was it, this was your breaking point with the man you called your husband.

“Ready.” You stand upright looking at your husband dressed in a navy suit, his suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked so handsome but his attractiveness could not subdue your frustration, not this time. “How do I look?” Sam smiled charmingly, striking a pose.

“You ate the rest of the cherries.” your voice is even and steady trying to maintain your composure. Sam’s brow furrows at your words.  

“We can pick up some more on our way back from the restaurant babe.” His solution wasn’t enough.

“That’s not the point Sam.” You take a breath placing your face in your hands.

“Babe, they’re just cherries.” Sam had yet to move from his spot in the doorway of the kitchen.

“No, I specifically asked you to save me some!” Your voice raises slightly

“Okay, I’m sorry.” His words were far from sincere, you could tell he just wanted this to be over so you two could leave and he could get out of that suit.

“Samuel” You warn feeling the anger bubbling in your stomach.

“Are you really going to throw a fit over cherries.” Sam stares at you in disbelief “You’re being ridiculous-“ Before he can finish you find yourself crying uncontrollably. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s with the tears?” Sam was now in front of you, one hand on your shoulder the other under your chin lifting your head so he could look at you.

“You ate my cherries, I’ve been waiting for you for a half hour, and you promised you’d take out the trash but it’s still by the back door!” You cry dropping your head against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you waist.

“I’m sorry babe, I really am.” This time his words are sincere. You feel his hand on your stomach, his thumb rubbing your newly forming baby bump.

“I think- I’m- be-ing hormonal.” You stutter out through sobs, feeling Sam’s chest rumble from laughter.

“Maybe just a little.” Pulling away you wipe your eyes noticing that Sam had a funny look on his face.

“What?” You immediately become self conscious.

“Nothing!” His voice is higher than usual which was his tell when he lied to you.

“Sam, what!” You’d demand watching as his face turns unsure.

“You kind of-“ He pauses “You fucked up your makeup.” Sam settles for the blunt approach, clearly not realizing that his very emotional, newly pregnant wife would just cry more.

“Sam” You begin to cry pathetically again.

“Whoa, the water works gotta stop.” His words are followed by a laugh as he brings you back into his chest, the smell of cigarettes clinging to the fabric.

“I’m gonna go fix my ugly face.” You try to move around Sam his arms tightening around you.

“Now who said you were ugly?” Sam’s finger finds its way under your chin again so you two are gazing into each other’s eyes. “You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world. I have no idea how I got so lucky.” Tears flood your eyes again.

“You’re such a sweet heart” you whisper holding back your sobs.

“Please don’t cry again.” He smiled kissing your lips softly.

“I’ll try” You whisper against his lips. Sam kisses you more passionately his thumb wiping the tears from your cheek.

“Now, cmon. I promised Nathan we wouldn’t be late.” You gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Maybe just a little late.” You kiss him again unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt.

“Babe, I promised him.” Sam groaned as you kissed and sucked up his neck tattoo.

“But Sam.” You whispered placing your hand on his already present bulge.

“Fuck it, we can be late.” Sam’s arms move quickly hosting you into the air bridal style.

“Wait I have to pee!”


“Finally! Where the hell have you two been?” Nathan was standing with Elena outside the restaurant.

“I had a melt down over cherries.” You say with a smile, Nate gave you a strange look.

“She’s not kidding she actually did.” Sam added rolling his eyes, you slap his arm jokingly.

“Aren’t you allergic?” Elena asked you a giddy smile on her face.

“Not like deathly allergic, but I do get itchy.” You smile hugging your sister-in-law

“When I was pregnant with Cassie all I craved was chocolate covered potato chips.” Elena laughed

“Sam, those sound so good!” You turn to your tall husband an amused smirk on his face.

“We can grab some on the way home.” He kissed your head turning to his younger brother.

“Did we miss the reservation?”

“Drake!” A woman called from the door.

“That’s us!” Nathan waved “No, you got lucky this time!” He pointed at Sam as if he was threatening him.

“You’re right, I did get lucky.” Sam winked at Nate making him laugh and slap his older brother on the shoulder.

“Sam, wait for me I have to pee!” You call after your husband who stops in his tracks to wait for you.

“You’re glowing (Y/N)” Elena said genuinely.

“Thank you! I feel so fat though and I’m constantly peeing.” You admit

“You’re just starting to show, it’s normal don’t worry.”


*6 Months*

The drumming of rain beats against the roof top, lighting flashing through the window. Sitting on your bed your fingers run over the newly washed sheets, the smell of lavender filling the air from your candle on your night stand. With a sigh you lean back into your pillows shifting slightly because of the discomfort of your growing belly. Bringing your attention back to the Tv situated in front of you across the room, you watch as the scary movie you picked comes to a close. You can’t help but feel slightly uneasy, your mind is racing over the details of the movie, thunder echoing through the air. You weren’t a full believer in ghosts, you never really thought about it until now. Looking around your empty bedroom you can’t help but want your husband by your side to quell your discomfort, but you knew he was busy with work and had asked for peace and quiet so he could do research. The floor boards creek unexpectedly making you jump, placing your hand on your chest you chuckle at yourself. Sam told you not to watch any scary movies because he knew how paranoid you got afterwards. Just like the night the two of you watched ‘When a Stranger Calls’ and you made him check the whole house because you were convinced the two of you weren’t alone.

“Jesus, you scared me!” You laugh waiting for a response from Sam but you hear nothing. “Sam?” You ask getting up from the bed and peaking into the dark hallway. No one was there.

“Sam?” You call again a little more frantically. Once again no answer. Your heart sinks at the sight of nothing.

Sweat begins to pool on your brow, heart pounding, hands shaking. Stepping out of the room the darkness of the hallway is too much for you so you run to the light switch. Squinting your eyes as the light turns on, instinctively holding your pregnant stomach in defense. Everything is in its usual spot, nothing out of the ordinary. Taking a sigh of relief you pick up Sam’s discarded clothes he left in the hallway bringing them back into your shared bedroom.  

“It’s okay, it’s all okay” you whisper to yourself trying to calm your racing heart. Throwing Sam’s clothes into the laundry basket, thunder sounds outside scaring you to the point you let out a high pitched scream. 

“Fuck!” You half yell, covering your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest. The realization that it was only thunder makes you feel foolish but you can not help the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Sitting on the edge of the bed you try and gather yourself, holding your stomach.

“Babe!?” Sam’s voice boomed through the house as you heard him run up the stairs and into your room. “Are you okay, what’s wrong!?” Sam was just as frantic as you were only a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, yeah, the thunder startled me.” you admit, cheeks flushing red at the embarrassment. You watched as Sam’s muscular shoulders visibly relaxed. Sitting down next to you, Sam wraps one arm around your shoulder while his other hand rest on your protruding stomach. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” Sam sighed into your ear kissing your cheek firmly, his stumble scratching against your soft skin.

“I scared myself!” You giggled lightly feeling much more at ease having him next to you. His hand rubbed your stomach lovingly.

“He’s kicking!” Sam exclaimed kneeling on the floor in front of you, both of his hands were on your stomach now.

“Sam we don’t know if it’s a boy.” You correct for what seems like the millionth time. Like usual Sam didn’t answer his attention fully fixed on the movement coming from your belly. Sam placed a kiss on your stomach a content sigh falling from his lips.

“I have a little more work to do and then I’ll come to bed.” Sam stood kissing your forehead and then your stomach one last time.

“Okay, I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

“What movie did you end up watching?” Sam asked stopping in the doorway.

“Nothing you’d like.” You smile not wanting to admit to Sam that you ignored his wishes and watched ‘The Conjuring’.

“Sounds like a blockbuster!” Sam says sarcastically exiting the room and disappearing back downstairs.

Getting up from the foot of the bed you make your way to the bathroom. Doing your nightly rituals you find yourself staring at your pregnant belly.

“Wow, I’m huge” you whisper. Noticing something out of the corner of your eye you turn quickly jumping as you watch a towel fall from its hook. 

“What the actual fuck” you squeal running from the bathroom and jumping on your bed. 

You frantically scramble to get under the covers, your heart returning to its racing speed from earlier. Hiding under the covers you flinch at the sound of the wind whistling outside followed by the loud boom of thunder.  You curse yourself internally for watching such a scary movie on your own. To proud to call your husband upstairs you peek your head out from under the blankets assuring yourself that no one was in your room besides yourself. Mustering up the little courage you had, you blow your lavender candle out and shut off your lamp. Trying to distract yourself you try and focus on other things but your mind keeps wandering back to the thought you were being watched. An hour ticked by and then another and you were still sleep deprived, under the covers, mind racing, body shaking. Finally exhaustion took over and you found yourself falling into the darkness.  

Footsteps echoed from the hallway into your dark bedroom startling you awake. Not thinking you grabbed a pillow throwing it with all your might at the shadowy figure entering the room.

“What are you doing?”  The voice snapped making its way to the bed. Petrified you bolted out of the bed grabbing your candled ready to throw it in defense. The lamp flicked on and you threw the candle in the direction of the man. “What the fuck!” Sam yelled, the sound of glass shattering filling your ears.

“Jesus!” You yell sinking to the ground your heart beating uncontrollably.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Sam’s eyes were fixed on you, his face contorted in anger. “You’re lucky that didn’t hit me!” He yelled even louder than before startling you once more.

“You scared me!” Your voice cracks

“You watched that god damn scary movie didn’t you.” Sam paused “Didn’t you!?” His voice raised again.

“Yes, okay yes! I watched the movie!” You stay seated on the floor angry at yourself.

“The doctor told you to avoid stress. I don’t know why you think watching a scary movie would be a good idea.” Sam scolded gesturing to the television.

“I don’t know” You whisper feeling like a dejected child.

“I’m gonna clean this mess up.” Sam huffed storming out of the room. 

Feeling dumb  you get off the floor and make your way to the bathroom, tears falling from your eyes. Washing your face and trying to calm yourself down you can hear Sam grumbling to himself as he cleans up the broken glass. Sam appears in the doorway behind you. You watch him in the the mirror as he tosses the scraps of your favorite candle into the trash. Turning our attention back to the sink in front of you, you jump as Sam wraps his arms around you, hands resting your your stomach.

“Please no more scary movies.” His warm breath ghosted your ear.

“I’m so sorry Sam.” Your voice is hushed.

“It’s fine, now c’mon let’s go to bed.” You turn around smiling a guilty smile up at your very tall, very handsome husband.

“Please don’t be mad at me.” you say standing on your tiptoes, you place a soft kiss on Sam’s lips.

“You promise not to throw any more candles at me?” His sarcasm was not lost on you but you chose to ignore it.

“I promise.” You kiss him again, biting your lip as Sam’s hands wandered to your ass.

“Bed?” He winks at you causing a shiver to shoot up your spine and for the first time tonight you didn’t mind it.

“Wait I have to pee first!”

“Of course you do”


*9 Months*

“Doesn’t hot sauce induce labor?” Sam’s voice came from behind you.

“I mean it can?” You mumble a mouth full of food.

“You sure put a lot of hot sauce on that babe.” Looking up at your husband, you reached up pressing your thumb into his furrowed brow.

“Relax, it’s fine.” You try to reassure him “We should go on a walk today, it’s so nice out.” Sitting at the counter you can’t help but notice the frown on your husbands face. “What?”

“Don’t walks induce labor too?” Sam’s fingers were drumming on the granite counter top. Sam had been extremely fidgety and uneasy all week but today was worse than usual.

“Are you okay?” You ask taking another bite.

“Yeah.” Sam says defensively.

“Sam, I’m your wife. I know when you’re lying.”

“Fine.” He grumbles, arms across his chest.

“Sam, whats wrong?” You place your fork down. Sam stays quiet eyes fixed on the counter that separated the two of you. “Babe?” You ask again standing and waddling over to the tall man.

“Your due date in next week.” He states factually.

“It is.” You nod, taking Sam’s hand in yours.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to be a dad. What if I’m bad at it.”  Sam’s eyes were still avoiding yours. It clicked finally, Sam’s strange behavior all made sense. He was nervous about becoming a father. After spending so much time in prison thinking his life may never be normal one can only imagine the stress he was under. The fact his own father had abandoned him must be weighing on him more than ever.

“You are the most wonderful man I have ever met, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the father of my child Sam. You’re going to be an amazing dad, I promise!” Grabbing his other hand you move in his line of vision.

“I-“ Sam’s eyes welled with tears as he looked away from you.

“Sam” You whine feeling yourself becoming emotional

“I’m just scared.” He whispered looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I am too.” You admit whipping the tears from his eyes.

“I just-“ Before Sam could finish his sentences you felt a warm wet sensation run down your leg.

“Fuck!” You say, stepping away from the love of your life.


“I either just pissed myself or my water broke.” Looking up from the puddled on the floor you see the pure panic in Sam’s eyes.

“Your due date isn’t until next week though!” Sam pleads. A sharp pain shoots up your body causing you to brace yourself against the counter.

“Fuck Sam! Get the bag!” you bite out in pain.

“Babe, are you sure this is it? I mean you are constantly peeing maybe it’s-” Sam’s voice was in a higher register, the panic taking over.

“Yes Sam, I just pissed myself and am in an abnormal amount of pain for no reason!” you hiss

“Shit, I’ll- um-“ Sam stood in front of you motionless.

“Get the goddamn car and bag Sam!” You finally yell. Sam ran to the door gathering everything you needed. He had your hospital bag packed for months and by the front door.  Walking yourself in the same direction you felt the panic set in.

“Where the hell are the car keys!?” Sam yelled from upstairs.

“Sam, you don’t panic when people are trying to kill you or your when your life’s in danger! You better no panic now!” You yell sitting on one of the stairs pain racking through your body. Loud footsteps stomped down the stairs and then past you as Sam continued his search for the car keys. “If you put them back where I asked you to we wouldn’t be having this problem!” You scold him

“Found them!” He shouts from the kitchen  


“I can’t believe you kicked me out of the delivery room.”

“I can’t believe you thought it would be okay to get me pregnant.”

“I don’t think that’s purely my fault.” Both of you laughed lightly at Sam’s words.

“We have to decide on a name.” You turn to your husband who had the most loving look on his face as he held your newborn child. Seeing Sam like this was so new to you, you had never seen him so infatuated  before.

“What about Avery?” Sam asks rocking your daughter back and forth.

“I like Avery.” You laugh “I hate how people are already giving us parenting advice.” You complain thinking back to the slew of people who had visited you in the past few hours.

“Yeah, it’s like they think we aren’t capable enough of screwing up our kid on our own.” Sam jokes making you roll your eyes.

“So are we settled on Avery?” you ask

“Yes, Avery Drake”