"Are you sure?"
"Of course, Herry! She's your daughter!"
"But won't I hurt her?" the Brawn asked, looking down at his wife and newborn daughter, sleeping soundly in her mother's arms.
"Herry, don't forget that she probably inherited some of your strength." Abby said reassuringly, shifting her arms to let Herry take their firstborn child.
Trying not to squish the newborn in his arms, he held her tenderly, gazing down at her lovingly.
Frowning, the babe squirmed, unhappy about the lost warmth of her mother's arms, then settled down in her father's soft embrace, his bulging muscles acting as pillows.
"What should we call her?" He asked, not taking his eyes off his child.
"I think we should stay in the same first letter tradition," Abby said, leaning back into the pillows of her hospital bed.
"Alright, but do we go with 'A' or 'H'?" The Strongman asked, looking at his petite wife.
"I don't know...Maybe a two part name? You know, with a hyphen? I've always liked Heather as a name..." She replied.
"And I've always had a soft spot for the name Amerynth..."
"So how about Heather-Amerynth?" Abby suggested.
Smiling, Herry looked down at his child.
"Heather-Amerynth..." He said tenderly, tightening the blanket around her gently.
"The descendent of both Hercules and Asclepius..."