"Ron, he'll be here in less than two weeks, you have to pick a name!" A very pregnant Hermione said as she waddled from their small kitchen to their equally-as-small living room.
"Hermione, I know I still have to pick a name." Ron said, putting down his Auror's paperwork and standing up to hug Hermione, "It's been really hard at the office, lately. Too many people doing stupid damn things. I've been distracted."
"Yes, I know, but honestly, you've had almost 9 months to decide the name and he can come at any time now. I don't want to come home and then go back to St. Mungo's to name him once you decided what his name is." Hermione said into Ron's shoulder, "Remember the stress we had with Rosie? I decided her name and you're going to decided our boy's name."
Ron sighed. Truthfully, he'd been thinking about this since he found out Hermione was pregnant. He tried to think of a name, but none could really come to him.
"Ron, why are so quiet? It's honestly not that hard to think of a nice boy's name…" Hermione trailed off, breaking off her embrace with Ron to get something to eat, "I mean, I'll take almost anything, but you've got that stupid, noble brave thing that makes you rethink everything over and over. Honestly, it can get annoying." Hermione said, her cheeks getting just a bit red and she stretched for the top of cupboard where they kept their sweets.
"Annoying? Me, annoying?" Ron said in disbelief, "Well, you better reevaluate your personality then!"
"What does that mean?" Hermione said, dropping her pastry on the counter with a force much greater than the simple task asked for.
"You're being a bit of a hypocrite, aren't you? I deal with your perfectionist behavior all the time!"
"But I'm not half as bad as you!"
"Oh Hermione, you really are. Have you seen these cupboards?" Ron pointed into the pantry, " Everything is organized by product then expiration date. Expiration date, Hermione!"
"It's good to know what food should be eaten first!" Hermione fiercely defended herself, pointing her butter knife at Ron.
"Yeah, it's also important that Rosie's books are organized by author and our clothes are organized by brand! Seriously Hermione, if one of the two of us is annoying, it has to be you."
Hermione took her butter knife and threw it at Ron. He ducked just enough for the knife to skim the top of his messy hair.
"What was that for?" Ron said, backing up against their table.
"For calling me a pretentious prat!"
"I never said that!"
"Well, you were getting to it!" Hermione stuffed her biscuit in her mouth and angrily chewed. A few tense seconds passed and Hermione returned to facing the cupboard.
"Just give me a damn name, Ron."
Ron thought for a few seconds, choosing his words carefully.
"You'll let me name him anything?"
"Yes."
"Alright… I want to name him Hugo."
More tense seconds passed.
"Fine." Hermione said, squeezing the bottom of the counters.
"Fine." Ron said, letting out a breath of relief and going to comfort his wife.
"Just promise me one thing, Ron." Hermione said, turning into his chest, "Let's never tell Hugo that his name originated out of your spite." She smiled.
"Out of my spite?" Ron said, grinning.
And their playful fighting continued on throughout the night.