Someone suggested I do a follow up to 'Will baby make three?' So here it is. Enjoy.
'Mable? Are you being serious?'
'It's a perfectly reasonable name, and it belonged to my grandmother.'
'Well, what does it mean?'
'Loveable.'
'You soppy thing. It's still no.'
Hermione and Severus were cuddled together on their living room sofa, hands resting on her swelling belly. Hermione was 6 months pregnant and they had decided it was time to think seriously about potential baby names.
'Then, what do you suggest?' he said, slightly exasperated.
Well, I've known what I'd like to call my first son since I was 13...but I doubt you'll like it.' She had a slight pout on her lips. She knew tricks on how to win he husband round.
He sighed. 'Try me.'
'Ok, I'd like to name him, if we have a him, Jolly.'
'Jolly?'
'Mmm hmm.' Hermione flashed a smile at the look on her beloved's face. 'Is it a bit too...sweet?'
'No, not at all.'
But his rather uncomfortable shifting did little to convince.
'We don't have to use that name, I mean, if you don't like it. I wouldn't mind.'
But Severus could tell from the expression on her face and the tell tale nibbling on her lip that she would mind. After all, she had the 9 months hard work of carrying the little one. She'd suffered badly from morning sickness so much so she'd ended up in the hospital wing - several times. She would often be awake most of the night not being able to find a comfortable position to sleep in. And then she had the agony of labour to look forward to.
The very thought made him nervous.
No, the least he could do was compromise.
'Alright, my lioness. If we have a boy I'll agree to name him Jolly, as long as I get to pick the name if we have a daughter.'
Hermione's face again broke into a grin before pulling him down for a kiss.
'Agreed.'
He noticed her face drop slightly. 'Just not Mable OK?'
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