Since series 4 has started I've been very inspired to write for DiP. Am eagerly waiting for next week to find out if Camille stays and if Humphrey finally tells her he loves her. Anyway, until then, enjoy some more oneshots for Love in Paradise. This one is very short, and is pretty much just a filler but I enjoy the Richard/Camille exchange.
Christina x
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"What about Giselle?" Camille suggested, climbing out of the jeep.
"No," Richard replied.
"Why not?"
"I'm not giving my daughter a name that sounds like she should be in a Disney movie singing to birds and rabbits."
"Fine," she rolled her eyes. "Antoinette?"
"She is not having the same name as a French aristocrat who had her head chopped off and had a thing for big wigs and cake."
"Reine?" Camille said as they entered the police station.
"Sounds too French."
"That's because it is French," she pointed out. "Monique?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Just no," he said, sitting at his desk.
"Well, then you suggest something. Why do I have to come up with the name?"
"You don't. I just don't have any ideas."
"Yes, and hate all of mine! You're impossible!"
"You always say that."
"Then it must be true."
Dwayne and Fidel exchanged a glance.
"Anybody want to tell us what's going on?" Dwayne asked. Camille looked at Richard, making sure he was fine with them knowing. He nodded. They were going to find out eventually, and now seemed as good a time as any. Besides, neither of them had any doubt that Dwayne and Fidel would be thrilled for them – especially judging by the grins they'd sported when she had kissed him in front of Doug Anderson a few months ago.
"Richard and I are having a baby, I'm pregnant," she announced.
"Congratulations!" Dwayne grinned, hugging her. "Boy or girl?"
"Girl," she replied.
"That's fantastic, congratulations chief," Fidel smiled.
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"At this rate, she'll be three before we have a name for her," Richard exclaimed, collapsing into a chair on the veranda. Camille sat opposite him in the other chair, sipping from a bottle of water, while Harry was sunning himself on the wooden railing. Two days had passed since that first argument about the name for their daughter, and since then Camille had suggested every French girl's name in the world or so it seemed to Richard. He's shot down every one. Well seriously, who could see him with a child called Cosette? He'd never even seen Les Miserables.
"How about one of our mothers' names?" Camille suggested. He frowned.
"I'd rather she had her own name," he replied.
"I agree."
They lapsed into silence again, both wracking their brains.
"Eleanor," Richard said suddenly.
"Perhaps... It is definitely one of the top suggestions. I quite like it."
"Which leads us to another question; Ella or Ellie?"