A/N: This is an unfinished prequel, but it sets the tone and provides some helpful information for the actual story. I'll probably finish this at some point.
"We're gonna' be parents," Adam breathed, the shock almost too much for him to handle. "A week from now, we're gonna' bring her home.
Ronan sat across the kitchen table from him in stubborn silence. It didn't faze Adam.
"What are we gonna' call her?" he asked, more to himself than to Ronan. "She's just a baby. We can call her whatever we want. She's ours, Ro."
Ronan didn't say anything. Instead, he glanced around the kitchen table and picked up a scrap of paper and a pen. Unfazed—as if he were writing a grocery list instead of contemplating the name of his child—he scribbled a word on the paper and slid it across the table to Adam. Slightly confused, Adam picked it up.
"Ayse-lin?"
"No, dipshit," Ronan scoffed. "It's Irish. It's pronounced 'Ash-lin.'"
"It's nice. I like it."
"It means 'dream.'"
Adam's smile grew. "I love it."
Ronan nodded in agreement.
"Aislin Aurora Lynch," Adam said, half to himself and half to Ronan, testing the sound of their daughter's name on his lips. Adding Aurora was Adam's doing. He knew Ronan was too selfless to suggest it himself, but using Aurora Lynch's name for their daughter had always been something he wanted.
Ronan raised his eyebrows. "Lynch-Parrish," he corrected Adam.
"I'm not passing my name on," Adam spat, not keeping the disgust from his voice. "I don't want any kids of ours to be associated with my family."
Ronan rolled his eyes. "They're not going to be associated with your family. They're going to be associated with you. And you're pretty fucking great, man."