"Molly," he suggested.

"Too cutesy…."

"Ella."

"Too popular."

"Abby."

"Abby?"

"Yeah, Abby."

Lisbon shook her head as she rested her hand on her stomach, "That's not a name, it's a nickname."

"Abigail, then."

"No."

Jane rolled his eyes. "So what do you suggest?"

"Anne."

"Anne…" he said flatly. "Anne."

"What's wrong with Anne?" Lisbon demanded, shifting in her position on the couch to face him better. "It was my mother's name. It was Charlotte's middle name. I think it would be nice to honour them both."

"Because the Lisbons don't have enough Annes…"

"We have an Annette and an Annabeth.."

He sighed frustratedly, "Who both answer to Annie. The problem, Teresa, is going to come at family functions when someone calls out 'Annie' and seven people turn around."

She slapped him lightly, "Fine, let's talk about boys' names."

"Now that would just be a waste of time.."

Lisbon shook her head, "You can't know the baby is a girl. I know you want a girl, but it's not a foregone conclusion."

"Uh, yes. Yes it is…"

"Why don't you let the doctor be the judge of that when we go for the ultrasound on Monday," she suggested.

"Fine. But you'll find that I'm right."

"Because you're always right…"

"Actually, most of the time I am….how about Katherine."

"No."

"Mary Margaret, that's nice and Catholic for you…"

She laughed, "No."

"Isla."

"Isla?"

"After the place that changed everything for us."

"Islamorada…" she mused. "Isla."

He could see her thinking it over, trying it out the name 'Isla Jane' in her head.

"Well?"

She nodded.

"That's a yes?"

"On one condition."

"What's that?" he asked with a smirk.

"Her middle name is Charlotte, after her sister…. Isla Charlotte Jane."

He stared at her in a stunned silence.

"Jane?" she asked, her concern clear. "Is that okay? I mean if it's not… that's fine.. I just thought.."

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "It's perfect."

She grinned, "Really?"

"Really."

Lisbon shifted back to lean against him, taking his hand and resting it on her stomach and letting out a big sigh.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You'd better be right," she told him, a frown etched on her face. "Now that we've picked out a name, I really want her to be a girl…"

Jane rested his head against hers, wondering for the 10th time that day what he'd done to deserve her. "She is," he insisted, "you'll see. And I can't wait to be run ragged by my two little princesses."