[b]Floyd - House - Jess/Abram[/b]

As Jess entered the kitchen with her big [b]good morning[/b], Floyd turned to face her. He felt good inside to see that bright smile on her face, one that matched her luxurious dress. He looked back into his food as she started to sip her juice, feeling a little guilty he couldn't provide more at the moment. If he was fully healed, he could have gone hunting in the early morning and caught a squirrel or something. Some may not see it as necessary, but protein was essential these days. 

His thoughts altered and jumped once Jess gave a sudden yelp. She became alarmed once she felt a kick in her stomach. As he looked at her, she motioned forward and took him by the wrist, forcing his hand on her stomach. Like her, he felt the same little kick on his rough palm, which actually made him slightly smile. He turned to look into her eyes as she stared at her stomach. He couldn't help but enjoy her enjoyment, her happiness. Even in a time like these where everything was basically hell, little things made her smile. He wished he could also be overwhelmed with joy in these times, but that person didn't live inside Floyd. But regardless, this moment was sort of touching to him, not because of the child's kick, but because of Jess' rejoice. Every time she was happy, he basically felt the same way. 

Another surprise came when the conversation began. She asked him what names he liked, names for the child she would soon bare. There were only two possibilities, a girl, or a boy. Floyd never imagined himself as a father, so he never put any thought into anything regarding children. He always saw children as little fragile ornaments or something. They were basically little crying people to him, nothing but a nuisance. One thing he did indeed get out of children was that boys would always destroy more things than girls. This little fact made him think that if the child Jess was about to bare were a boy, he'd be a little Bruce. Floyd didn't want that at all, so he decided and wished for Jess' child to be a girl. With that said, he turned to Jess to answer her question. "If it's a girl, I think her name should be L-" he stopped as Abram suddenly entered the kitchen. 

The soldier approached the two, smiling at Jess, but turning to Floyd with a neutral facial expression. Abram proceeded by retrieving his pistol and handing it over to Floyd. The redneck didn't even turn to face the man, making him leave the weapon on the dinning table before he left to get his bag. Floyd then continued to eat his breakfast as if nothing was happening, as if everything was completely normal. He already asked Abram to leave, he wouldn't go back on his decision. Only problem was Jess; he didn't know if she would approve with the decision.