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"I think we should name her George."

"Fitz!" Jemma said, "We're not going to name a little girl George. Why in the world would we name her George?"

"Because she's going to be a curious little monkey." Fitz promptly responded. "Isn't that right?" He asked the tiny bundle in Jemma's arms. "What did you want to call her?"

"I don't know." Jemma said, "I thought maybe Mackenzie, but I don't want to offend Mack."

"Mack won't mind." Fitz said. "He'd be proud that we named her after him. Wouldn't he, Georgie?"

"Oh, Fitz." Jemma said, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "We can name our son George."

"Life changes fast, Jemma." Fitz said. "I call brain trauma."

"You can't call brain trauma when we're naming our child!" Jemma said.

Fitz grinned cheekily. "Brain trauma."

"I am not naming our baby girl George, Fitz, that is ridiculous." Jemma protested. "Don't give me those puppy dog eyes, Fitz!"

"Name her whatever you like." Fitz said, shrugging his shoulders. "I can always nickname her."

There was a charged silence for a few minutes. "Georgia Mackenzie Fitzsimmons." Jemma said. "Georgia, but you can call her George or Georgie."

"And Mackenzie for Mack. Jemma, you're a genius. And I know that little Georgia is going to be just like her mum." Fitz said, kissing Jemma's cheek.

"Here, Fitz. You haven't held her yet." Jemma said. "Here."

"No, no." Fitz said, "I'm perfectly happy here. It's fine for me just to look at the two most beautiful girls in the world."