"What about Charlotte?" She suggested hopefully, but his face was all the reply she needed. It was fixed in a similar grimace to the one reserved for milk.
"Elisabeth?" She questioned, to no avail from her husband.
"Ed? What about Piper?" She said this name a little more softly, with more gentleness than before.
"Winry." He exhaled in a whine. "I can't shorten that."
"Perfect then. Piper Trisha Elric." Her voice came out with such finality that Edward didn't question the first name, rather the middle.
"Trisha?" Curious about her choice to use his mother's name rather than hers.
"You don't like it." She said with a pout, disappointed and confused.
"No. It's not that. I just thought we'd use Sara." His face contorted in concern.
"We already saddled Taylor with Urey. Piper Trisha Sara Rockbell Elric, doesn't exactly flow off the tongue. He has my family name. She can have yours."
"It's not like we named him Honnenheim. The kids have my last name anyways. Use Sara."
"I'm saving Honnenheim for our next son," She said with a wink. "Who's to say I can't save Sara as well?" She added a slight bit more seriously. "But it's not just the kids' who have your last name; I do too."
"Momma?" The question came from the foot of their bed from their son, who had snuck into their bedroom.
"Hey bud." Ed said to his son as he pulled his sleepy eyed boy into his lap.
"Did you have a bad dream sweetheart?" His mom asked.
"Mmhmm." Taylor said.
"You wanna tell us about it?" Taylor routinely had nightmares, typically about eating too much food and exploding, from what they inferred from his drawings. Granny had told them that Trisha consulted her when Ed had the same problem as a kid.
"Too much pie." He said slurring the words sleepily, not pronouncing the words properly anyways in his childlike tone.
"He's your son alright." Winry pointed out.
"Wha' you an' daddy doin'?" Their ever curious son wondering about the conversation he had interrupted.
"We are trying to pick a name for the baby."
"Siser?" He slurred touching his fingertips to his mother's stomach.
"Mhmm. What should we call her?" Winry smirked and nodded, conforming her hands around her rounded abdomen.
"Rockbell." He said as he pointed at his mother, whom many people still called Rockbell in her work field.
"Bell."
"I like that." Winry whispered happily as if in awe.
"Piper Trisha-Belle Elric? Half and Half." Edward said looking at his wife's blue eyes, feeling that this was the right name for their daughter.
"80-20." She said to him playfully.
"Equivalent Exchange."
"Pippa Wisha Bell Rick" Trying to say his sister's name in approval.
"Almost bud, Almost." Edward said holding Taylor closer to him.
"Momma, Pippa, Daddy."
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