She sat down, then looked up at him patting the space beside her.
"Annelise..." Andrew began, his voice hoarse and breaking slightly but Anne reassured him,
"It's going to be fine, trust me Andrew."
When he sat beside her, Anne wrapped her hands around his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, stroking his arm supportively.
"It's familiar, isn't it?" She asked softly, Andrew sat frozen, only nodding after a long time.
Anne let him sit in the familiar painful environment for a long time before she started to talk to him about so many things, anything that came to her mind.
"Andrew, do you think we're going to have a boy or a girl?"
"Do you have name ideas for our child yet?"
"Which name do you like more, Ariana or Charlotte for a girl?"
He answered her basically at first, his voice slowly recovering from how husky it had been.
"I don't mind either."
"We'll choose names you like most."
"Ariana."
