"We are not seriously calling him that, Sherlock, I mean it..."

"You are being so unreasonable, after all, he is mine too."

Molly was slowly pacing the length of the sitting room, unable to stop glaring at the figure sitting on the black leather seat. Her mind trying to formulate a way to explain her point as if she were talking to a petulant 7 year-old child, despite talking to a full grown man.

"Yes, I know that he is ours, and that you have as much responsibility for him as I will, but we cannot ruin his life with that name!"

"What is so wrong with Hayreddin Barbarossa Holmes? I see no problem with that"

"I can barely pronounce the name, Sherlock. Besides, do you imagine having to call him that in public? I would be ashamed. So I vote for no. How about Winston?

"Mmmm... Winston Holmes. I does sound good, it is shorter and more convenient, despite not being named after a famous pirate."

Sherlock stood up, walked towards the kitchen, and reached down to a cardboard box that had been laying in the floor, picking up the content with the utmost care. A small bulldog puppy laid asleep now on Sherlock's arms, who proceeded to carry it to where Molly was now standing.

"Hello Winston! Welcome to your new home, where your owners will take good care of you, and will promise not to try any experiments on you, right Sherlock?" Said Molly, nudging her elbow on Sherlock's side, while she petted the dog lightly. He softly kissed her in the forehead, before putting little Winston down on the little dog bed Molly had bought him that morning and placed on the corner of the living room.

"Well, that's decided then. Now, lets talk about baby names." Said Sherlock, admiring his lovely pregnant wife.