(A/N)- Falling under the general "Saber revived and makes her way back to Fuyuki" realm, we have this bit of shameless fluff.

Because babies.

Disclaimer: *disclaimer missing, author is distracted looking through baby name books*


Naming

"What do you think of Akeno?"

Saber tilted her head up towards him, her bangs brushing the side of his cheek.

"That sounds pretty. What does it mean?" she asked.

Shirou leaned back a bit on his hands, gazing out towards the walls of the villa. "Beautiful Meadow."

Saber gave a playful grin. "You would name our daughter after a field?" she teased.

Her husband flushed lightly, shrinking a bit into his shoulders. "I dunno. It just makes me think of… that glimpse of Avalon… those long waving grasses under a blue sky," he admitted.

"Mmm," Saber acknowledged, growing pensive and remembering.

Shifting, Shirou turned a bit towards her, reaching to pat her growing stomach with his hand. "Besides," he said, smiling now, "don't you think our daughter will be beautiful?"

"Undoubtedly." Saber straightened up, using her hands to scoot back on the deck a fraction. "But it would better to be known for other qualities. She should have a strong name. A proper British name like…" Saber put a finger up to her chin to think for a moment. "…Cwenhild," she decided.

Shirou made a face.

"What is wrong with that name?" Saber griped, whining a little. She had thought Shirou would love it as much as she did. "It is a perfectly acceptable name for the daughter of a King."

"Saber, no one in the twenty-first century is named Cwenhild," Shirou pointed out gently. "For her classmates… it would be more than a little odd, don't you think?"

Saber pursed her lips, her brows furrowing. She supposed he had a point. "Still…" she trailed, reluctant to give up the suggestion. "Emiya Cwenhild has a certain ring to it…"

"I thought we had agreed her first name should be Japanese," Shirou protested.

Saber crossed her arms over her chest, resting them lightly on her protruding belly. "I recall no such agreement," she quipped.

"Yesterday, before breakfast. Don't you remember?" he prompted, a twinge of exasperation creeping through him.

She grimaced, recalling the discussion now. "Ah. That." She had only been paying half-attention when he'd talked, the insistent growling in her stomach taking up much more of her thoughts. "You cannot hold me to any promises I make while I am hungry, Shirou," she told him.

Shirou rubbed a hand down his face. "Oy, Saber…" he groaned.

Laughing at his expression, Saber reached across and took his hand from his face, squeezing the fingers gently. "What if we gave her a middle name? Then both of us could have a name we liked," she suggested.

Shirou shrugged. "I suppose. We'd still have to decide which would be her first name." He extended an arm, an invitation to cuddle some more, and Saber settled herself comfortably against his side again.

"Well…" she said, petting her stomach. "We have some time yet before we have to make a decision."

Shirou rested his chin on her head, kissing her hair lightly. She let out a sigh of contentment, her hand coming up to rest on his chest.

They both looked out towards the gate, feeling the warm sun and the gentle summer breeze.

"We could always just name her after Rin," Shirou joked.

Saber snorted with laughter, giggling into her fist uncontrollably.


(A/N)- Trivia time! "Cwenhild" means "Battle Queen". Looking through old english and gaelic baby names is how I found it and I thought it'd totally be a name Saber would like.

And you know Aunt Rin would completely spoil that child rotten. :)