"No!" Don and Alan heard Charlie say emphatically, as he walked down the stairs, followed by his fiance, Amita.
"Why not?!" she demanded, just as emphatically. "It's a perfectly lovely name for a boy!"
"It's... not perfectly lovely! I can't even pronounce it properly! And, if I can't pronounce it, I sure as hell can't spell it. Think I should at least be able to say our son's name."
Don and Alan exchanged a glance. "Son?", they both thought.
"Not to mention, I have to put it on the birth certificate, since you'll probably be out of it from the epidural..."
"Ekaraj was my grandfather's name; it means 'brave emperor'." she said, slightly huffy.
"And... that's nice, but I just don't like it, I'm sorry."
"Well, what would you call him?" she demanded.
"Sam." Charlie said, as if it were the most logical conclusion in the world.
But, Amita snorted. "You're kidding me, right? Sam?"
Charlie leaned against the banister. "Yes. Sam. In a way it's for my Gramps, too."
"Bull, your grandfather on your mother's side was Salvatore, and on your father's side was Charlie."
"Yes. And, out of eight grandchildren, I was the only one who was named after him." Charlie said, a small smile playing around his lips. "But, he never called me Charlie, not once."
"No?" Amita asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Nope. Always called me Sam." Charlie said, smirking a little bit.
"That's... odd..."
Charlie shrugged. "Not really. He called us all Sam. Me, Don... the girl cousins... I think he just couldn't remember who was who because some of us were born close together, so, he made it easy on himself."
Amita giggled.
"Okay, that's actually very cute... And, you're right, you are a horrible speller... We do need you to be able to spell the children's names..."
Charlie grinned. First argument he'd ever won not using math.
"Okay, so, first boy can be Sam... what about first girl? I really didn't have any ideas there, to be honest..."
Charlie was so cute; how could she refuse him anything, really?
"Huh... we should probably look some up, maybe make a list?" Charlie suggested.
Amita nodded. "Sounds like a good idea..."
"Yeah, go get me some chalk; we can figure out which name is best..."
Don smirked as the two lovebirds walked past, never even noticing that he or his father was in the room, and he heard Amita say, "Charlie, we don't use numbers to choose our future daughter's name..."
"Amita, darling, we can use numbers for everything..."