On the 12th of November, a baby girl was born to Sherlock and Esmeralda Holmes. "She's beautiful." Esme stared at her child in awe.
"A common misconception made by new mothers when in fact their baby looks like an overcooked beet root." Esme thumped the side of Sherlock's head, much to his displeasure.
"Our baby does not look like a beet root." Esme to her husband harshly. "You're right actually. Her hair is all ginger, much more carrot like than beet root." Sherlock shrugged.
"It's auburn and it's cute." Esme informed him.
"Cute, sure." Sherlock rolled his eyes lazily.
"Look at how long her legs are! She's going to be tall." Esme squealed in delight.
"Obviously, considering the fact that both of her parents are above average height." Sherlock smiled. "Names?" Sherlock asked quickly.
"John suggested Caroline." Sherlock laughed. "No way." Esme agreed. "What about Hayley?" Sherlock shook his head.
"Nope." Esme rolled her eyes.
"How about Katherine?" He shook his head again.
"Verity?" Sherlock's response was negative.
"Don't you want to hold your daughter Sherlock?" Esme asked him.
"Holding children is not my forte." Sherlock reasoned. "Mine either, but we're both going to have to get used to it." Slowly, Sherlock scooped up the small bundle from Esme's arms and into his.
The motion woke the baby. As Sherlock sat down, piercing grey eyes stared back at him. "Yes, definitely your eyes Sherlock." Esme grinned. "I had hoped she would have my eyes but grey suits her so much better."
"Alright then, why don't you suggest some names?" Esme asked. "Blythe Felicity Aspen Tempest Holmes." Sherlock declared proudly. Esme stared at Sherlock.
"What?" He asked. "Where did that come from?" Esme questioned him. Sherlock shrugged. "Last time I asked you for names, you suggested Xenon." Sherlock sighed.
"I was commenting on my experiment, not suggesting names." Esme rolled her eyes. "Why did you tell me afterwards then?" Sherlock shrugged, trying to shift his floppy brown curls away from his eyes. "What if the name didn't suit her?" Sherlock tried.
"Do any of those names have meanings?" Sherlock smiled sheepishly.
"Perhaps." Esme rolled her eyes.
"Blythe?"
"It means happy, and so does Felicity. I want her to be happy, that's all. Also Felicity was your mother's middle name." Sherlock disclosed.
"Tempest?"
"Goddess of the storms. Tempest is rather unusual, the kind of name my mother would be so proud of. I like either way. Do you?" Sherlock asked. "It's beautiful Sherlock." Esme grinned.
"Aspen?"
"It's a type of tree."
"And?"
"It's an american name. I thought I might as well trying and give your background some play in her name."
"Great, the only american name you suggest for her has no meaning whatsoever. Thanks dear."
"Fine! Aspen trees' leaves turn a vivid burnt orange colour in the autumn much like Blythe's hair."
"You're never going to quit the ginger jokes are you?"
"Nope."
"I'm going to strangle you."
"I wouldn't stop you." John chuckled as he entered the small room hand in hand with Tabitha. Things had been going up for them after they had met at the wedding.
"The nurse said we could come in, if it's alright with you of course." Esme nodded. "Aw, Essy she's beautiful!" Tabitha exclaimed.
Esme glanced at Sherlock with an "I told you so." look. He smiled back with an 'Of course, she's beautiful' look. "Congratulations you two." John told Esme and Sherlock.
"Have you chosen a name yet?" John asked. Esme looked down at her baby.
"Blythe. Her name is Blythe Holmes."
Alright, alright. So you're wondering why I seriously back-tracked and change the baby's name. Well, Blythe had originally been the plan but I changed my mind at the last minute and picked Melody. Now I think that the name Melody doesn't properly represent the character that I'm envisaging. I'm allowed to change my mind, right? Once I edit chapter 2 and 3, then chapter 4 is coming out!
Toodles, BV.