Summary: Bickslow and Lucy argue about names for their baby while the due date fast approaches.

Characters: Bickslow, Lucy, Mirajane, Laxus, OC (male), OC (female), Cana, Wendy

Author's Note: Hope you all enjoy this! Let me know if you catch any spelling or grammar issues that I missed! Also because we haven't learned Bickslow's surname, I am using artistic license for this story and saying he took her surname when they got married and they are passing her surname onto their children. While it is rare, this does happen and I wish it happened more often! I would totally insist on this if I didn't have such a common, boring surname…

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. Even if I did, I would still be a starving artist because I would spend all my money on art supplies and clothes…

What's In A Name…

"Agatha? Mildred? Minerva?"

"No, no and hell no!"

"Janet? Jean? Eulalia?"

"No, no, and what the fuck? That's a girl's name?"

Lucy sighed for what must have been the twentieth time in as so many minutes. Closing the book and resting it on Pippi's floating body, she angled herself to face Bickslow and scowled.

"You said you wanted a Classic baby name and well, we have just about exhausted our options there. We have gone through all of the literature based names and even tried unisex names. I don't know why you are making this harder than it has to be!" She exclaimed. The closer Lucy got to her due date, the more irritable she had become. She felt fat and bloated and dearly missed being able to look down and see her feet. Bickslow had become harder to deal with as her temper seemed to become shorter and shorter. A small part of her acknowledged that he wasn't doing anything wrong, that she was just taking her frustrations out on him, but it was a small part that she was choosing to ignore at the moment. Everything was ready for the baby, except for the name part. In the last three months they had gone through five different baby books, suggestions from Fairy Tail, Blue Pegasus, Lamia Scale AND Quatro Cerberus (a mistake they learned not to make ever again) and had just finished a book dedicated to classical and unique names for naming characters, a book Lucy had purchased for her writing.

"I know I said that but nothing seems to jump out at me and scream, 'I am the name of your future daughter'!"

"Yeah, I don't think it works like that in the real world Bix. Come find me when you re-enter the real world from your head." Lucy instantly regretted that statement as soon as she entered the bedroom. All day she had been suffering from lower back discomfort and she just wanted to pick a name for their precious daughter. There were only four weeks left until her due date and she was starting to think their daughter would forever be called 'Baby' because they wouldn't have a name picked out.

The front door slammed shut as Lucy curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face. This was how the last week had gone and she was so tired of it. She knew she was only pushing Bickslow away but it was as if all of her communication skills would abandon her as soon as the topic of baby names came up. Lucy knew Bickslow would be back after she fell asleep, drunker than a skunk, but she would let him get away with it, for now.

"Jane? Anna? Layla?"

"No, maybe, maybe."

"Yes! Two more for the 'Maybe' list, that makes 7!" It had been three days since their last fight and the two had decided to avoid the topic of baby names for at least forty-eight hours, plenty of time for them to both calm down.

"What names are on the list again?"

"Flora, Stella, Selene, Luna, Grace, Anna and Layla."

"Not sure how I feel about Flora and Stella anymore but let's keep them on the list for another day." Lucy rolled her eyes but held her tongue.

"Caroline? Clementine? Cleo?"

"What's with the 'C's all of a sudden? No, definitely not, and no. Why would we name our daughter after an over rated piece of fruit?"

"I don't know I guess I was in the 'C' section of the book I was reading when I made this list. And Clementines are delicious. Freya? Valentine? Desdemona?"

"Maybe, no, and no. Are those names from your family tree or from mine?"

"Both actually," Lucy responded as she looked up from her list. Once the two had become engaged, they had consulted surviving family members they were in touch with to see if there was anyone they had needed to invite to their wedding. The only relative of importance that had been out of touch was Lucy's Great-Uncle on her mother's side. He had studied History and had Archive magic, like Hibiki's of Blue Pegasus. As a wedding present, he had used his magic to make up a giant family tree that went back to Anna Heartfilia on Lucy's side and Bickslow's side started with his corresponding ancestor, Freya. Apparently, the two had been friends and Anna had even named her daughter Freya in honor of the other woman. Lucy, of course, was much more interested in it than Bickslow but he wasn't going to tell Lucy that to her face.

"What do you think of the name Henrietta?"

"Umm…" Lucy trailed off with a pained look on her face.

"I'll take that as a no then."

"Sorry, Bix, it just reminds me of a grandmother. Ethel? Edith? Agatha?"

"Oh so Henrietta reminds you of a grandmother but those three don't? No to all three, too grandma-y." Bicsklow responded, throwing her words back at her. He didn't want to start a fight, but he couldn't help it sometimes.

Frustrated, Lucy slammed her list onto the slip of lap she had that wasn't covered by her enormous belly. "Why is this so hard! It wasn't this hard for Laxus and Mira when they were picking out names for their son, Skylar. It took three days. It's been three months for us!"

"Well, if you recall, Mira withheld all forms of alcohol for all of those days until they could agree on a name. They also wanted to be surprised by the sex of the baby so they limited themselves to unisex names."

Flashback

"LAXUS! We are picking a name for this baby by the end of the week," the pregnant Demon Matchmaker known as Mirajane Strauss Dreyar screamed up to the second floor from her spot behind the bar. Laxus rolled his eyes at his wife's behavior before turning in his seat to look down to her. While he didn't much care about what the child would be named, he knew Mira wanted them to agree on a name together.

"Make a list and I'll tell you which ones I like," Laxus responded before turning back to his team. He could feel her eyes burn holes into his head and mentally cringed at what was to come next.

"Not good enough! Get down here. Now. You are banned from alcohol until this child has a name. Do. You. Under. Stand!"

Cana snickered from her spot at the bar, "Sucks to suck!" she toasted a pissed off Laxus and proceeded to chug her beer.

"What?! Mira, you can't be serious!"

"Oh, I am Laxus Dreyar. Not one sip will pass your lips until we have a name for our child."

End Flashback

"Oh, right. Maybe I should do the same?" The unamused look Bickslow sent her way told her that that particular tactic would only work in the Dreyar home. Bickslow didn't use alcohol as a coping mechanism like Laxus and Cana did on a regular basis.

"Let's go to bed, babe. Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow."

With one week until her due date, the baby still wasn't named and Lucy was beyond stressed out at that point. Wendy had to talk her through a meditative exercise to stop her from going into early labor the previous week but that had only helped for a couple of hours. Her stress and short temper had gotten the topic of baby names banned from the guild and her home. In theory, it should have removed the stressor from her life completely. In practice, the 'out of sight, out of mind' game only made it worse.

When Bickslow came home from a quick job in Hargeon to his wife screaming bloody murder, he knew that the stress had finally caused her to go into Labor. Quickly, he called his babies out to help get Lucy to the guild. Luckily, it was still early enough that Mira was there and she had called Wendy. All of that had been accomplished in under twenty minutes. He would have given himself a pat on the back if it weren't for the weird looks he would get, the fact that his beloved wife was trying to break his bones with every contraction, and he just didn't think now was the appropriate time for self appreciation.

In the early hours of the morning, their precious daughter finally arrived. Bickslow looked out the window as Lucy and their daughter got cleaned up before two names hit him like a freight train.

"Dawn? Aurora?"

"What?" Lucy asked, confused and exhausted.

"Dawn or Aurora. Which name do you like better?"

Lucy couldn't help the tears that streamed down her face as she let out a breathy laugh. Bickslow wiped the tears from her face with the pad of his thumb as he gazed back into her eyes, a slow smile stretched across his face. Wendy handed Lucy the baby and left to announce the birth to the anxious guild.

The two gazed down at the life they had created. Lucy sighed contently as the baby's eyes opened. For now, they were blue but she had a feeling that they would change to brown. Their daughter had also been born bald, something Lucy had anticipated and furthered her assumptions that their daughter would have brown eyes to go with blond hair. It seemed no matter how dominate the phenotypes and genotypes of the partner, the Heartfilia genetics seemed to pulled through.

"Aurora" Lucy finally stated, "It means dawn but it is also a celestial phenomenon. I have a feeling that she's going to take after my side of the family." Lucy smiled up at Bickslow as he bent down to give her a kiss. Leaning down even further, Bickslow softly kissed the top of Aurora's head.

A tentative knock on the door had the Sky Dragon Slayer peaking in and asking if there was a name for the birth certificate. Smiling at Lucy and their daughter once again, Bickslow made his way out to the anxious guild members. A hush fell over the room as everyone clamored to hear what Bickslow would say, which was met with cheers and drinking and a fight breaking out.

"Aurora. Aurora Heartfilia. And she's perfect."