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Names and Overprotectiveness

Fenris tapped his foot impatiently as he waited outside the den/bedroom of his mansion, basically the lonely room of the large household he and his lover occupied. Though Merrill has been insistent on expanding living space to the rest of the mansion, Fenris had been strict about avoiding the rest of the rooms all together. In the six years he's occupied the manor he still hasn't scoped out the rest of the place, fearful of any traps that might still be waiting to trigger on an unwary fool. Fenris refused to be the fool.

There was another reason, combined with the previous one, which prevented him from scoping out the rest of the most likely booby-trapped house.

Fenris heard the door to the bedroom open to reveal Anders walking out of said door and looking Fenris in the eye, "I'll skip the sardonic banter and get straight to the point, they're both fine,"

"Are you positive," Fenris replied sternly as he eyed the mage with suspicion.

"Yes Fenris, I'm positive, say what you will about me, but I don't fool around when a baby is involved," The mage then walked pasted the elf and down into the main foyer as he said, "Not even yours,"

Fenris walked into the bedroom and released an audible sigh of relief when he saw Merrill sitting on the bed looking happily to him.

"You're okay," Fenris said as though to confirm it as he walked across the den area and to the large bed in the back corner of the room. He sat down and hugged his lover tenderly.

"I told you not to worry Ma'vhenan, Anders says it was just a head-cold," she then grabbed a bottle filled with a weird liquid on the bedside stand, "he says I just have to take this with my meals and I'll be fine in a few days,"

"Is it safe for the-

"Yes Fenris, it's safe for the baby," Fenris placed his remaining hand on the gentle bump on his lover's stomach, where the baby, their baby, was growing inside.

"I would die if I lost either of you," Fenris whispered as he placed his forehead against Merrill's own forehead.

"I know you would Ma'vhenan, but this summoning Anders every time I so much as stub my toe is a little overprotective, don't you think?" Merrill insisted, and then she thought of someway to change the subject, "We still haven't thought of a name yet,"

"We have seven months to think up a name my love," Fenris replied.

"Yea, but I would like to think of one now," Merrill explained, "Maybe Varric, if it's a boy that is?"

"If we name our child after that stunted crossbow lover, we'd never hear the end of it," Fenris pointed out with a shiver, "what about Bethany if it's a girl,"

"Too human," Merrill said with mild disgust.

"Oh, and Varric is so elven?" Fenris said as he tickled his lover's side, he knew every ticklish spot on her body.

"Hahaha please stop Fenris, oh please… FENRIS!" Merrill shouted, but with great mirth as her lover stopped assaulting her nerves.

"How about this," Fenris put up an offer, "We'll name it Garrett if it's a boy or your mother's name if it's a girl,"

"You don't even know what my mother's name is, Ma'vhenan," Merrill pointed out with a teasing smile, "What if my mother's name was Dromela, would you feel happy naming our daughter that?"

"It's not Dromela is it?" Fenris said with a bit of worry in his voice.

Merrill offered a mischievous smirk as she said, "Luckily for our baby, no, it was Aelynn,"

Fenris smiled happily and Merrill mirrored the gesture, they then kissed lovingly as they settled on a set of names for their unborn child.