"No! no way over my dead body." Booth shook his head.
"The mood I'm in right now that can be arranged." Brennan muttered.
"I'm going to ignore that."
"So…"
"No. you're not calling him Caton!"
"But it's a lovely name." She said a bit louder this time.
"No it's not."
"I think it is. It means knowledgeable. I think it's perfect."
"He's not becoming a squint! Don't even think about putting that into his head."
"What about Jerrick? It means…." Booth interrupted.
"Gifted ruler. I know you told me already."
"I did?" he laughed.
"Yes you did."
"These drugs don't suit me." She muttered again.
"Do you really like the sound of Jerrick Booth?" she shook her head.
"No it sounds to much like Jared."
"I'm going say it once more. Christopher."
"That's so boring! Why do you want to give him such a common name?"
"because it's a great name."
"We should pick something special for him. He's our son." She sighed
"Bones, do you no know our names! Do you really want to stick your son with something that could scar him for life."
"How about Arnan. It means joyful. Nothing squintiful about that."
"Squintiful?"
"That's what I said."
"No Arnan's still to out there."
"Your other sons name is Parker."
"Hey that name means a lot to me! It was for Teddy. Besides it means, keeper of the forest, or forest ranger. He's a ranger. It means something."
"Exactly! I want our sons name to mean something too."
"Christopher does mean something. It means he who holds Christ in his heart."
"That means nothing to me."
"But it means a lot to me." She paused and he looked down at her.
"What about Dillon." She muttered her eyes starting to droop.
"What does that mean?" he stroked her hair.
"Like a lion. Or loyal." She said in nearly a whisper. He looked down at the little bundle in her arms.
"You want to call him Dillon?"
"Yes it reminds me of you." He smiled. "Besides I'm the one who went through all the pain and if I want to call him Dillon Christopher Booth I can! Made sure you tell Angelina no Angela sorry, that we're ok." She said and wiped her eyes.
"I think this is the first time I've seen you non-coherent!"
"You try pushing a boy with Booth shoulders out of you and we'll see how coherlieant you are." She said her eyes now fully closed.
You should get some sleep. Forty eight hours is an awfully long labour."
"Really I thought it was easy." She muttered and he kissed the top of her head.
"I'll take our beautiful baby boy while you get some sleep. And then we'll bring the squints in."
"Ok good night Booth. Good night Dillon." She sighed and fell fast asleep.
Booth grinned and held his new baby son close to his chest. He stroked a rough thumb across his soft cheek. "Loyal, who holds Christ in his heart." He sat back in the arm chair beside Brennan's bed and watched his wife sleep.