As it turns out, it isn’t the easiest task to come up with a name that all nine of us could agree on but we finally have decided, he will be called Beau Lou Wilde Wolfé (pronounced like Bo)
Beau means beautiful in French, and he is soo precious to me. We wanted a name to go with Lou which is also a French name
— My grandmother’s name (My mother had lots to do with this haha) so we sat in the living-room calling out random french words and meanings, the few we did know anyways. Of course Garrett loves tradition and wanted the baby to have an Irish name so we decided that he would have 2 middle names, Wilde is actually an Irish last name but I couldn’t resist as soon as I heard it!
On our way home from the mountains we stopped by the store to grab some trashcan bags at the store and more newspapers from a recycling bin near the store in case we needed them, I was cleaned from the creek water and mostly dressed aside the fact that I wasn’t wearing any shoes or underwear under my long thrifted dress and was sitting on a thick doubled towel with the back of my dress pulled up so I wouldn’t leak and blood onto it. I didn’t want to shove a pad and underwear and trap my insides just yet, I wanted my woohoo parts to breathe. I sat in the front seat with the windows slightly cracked and an obviously fresh newborn wrapped in towels held across my chest sleeping. People passed by the car and no one seemed to notice anything off about the situation or even glanced our way into the windows. I wanted to yell “LOOK AT ME! I JUST GAVE BIRTH! I DID IT ALL BY MYSELF!!” at the top of my lungs so badly.
After spending almost all year travelling the world with Ford, Stan is happy to be back in the comfort of his home. Retired and looking forward to a week of blissful domestic relaxation before the twins return to stay for the summer, the last thing he expected to turn up on his doorstep was Rick Sanchez. No seriously, just who is this guy? Can he help Stan remember that large gap in his long-term memories that Ford and the kids couldn’t fill? Does Stan even want to remember?
<b>Sakura:</b> *grabs Naruto's phone*<p/><b>Sakura:</b> "Let's go through your pictures!"<p/><b>Naruto:</b> *laughs*<p/><b>Naruto:</b> " I have a super password nobody is able to guess it."<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> *grabs Naruto's phone*<p/><b>Naruto:</b> "You can try all you wa-"<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> "It's ramen...His password is ramen."<p/><b>Naruto:</b> "BASTARD WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ABLE TO OUTSMART ME, DATTEBAYO!"<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> "...Is this a picture of your lower leg?"<p/><b>Naruto:</b> "GIVE IT BACK!"<p/></p>
“Hey, Yuichiro Hyakuya! What are you mumbling on about in class? Ah?! What’s with that attitude? I’ll have you suspended if you’re going to mock a teacher.” “What?! You’ll suspend me? Seriously?! Then, please do that.” “Quit fooling around! You are completely mocking me!”