What is in a Name?
By Kat PG-13 for cursing.
Disclaimer: No money, no ownership, etc. etc. Continued my tradition of borrowing a title from another work. This time, obviously, Romeo and Juliet.the balcony scene.
Sort of a Drabble: Because I couldn't make this information fit into my other story.
Late afternoon, the winter sky is darkening to just a rosy haze beyond the mountains. I'm lying on the couch wrapped in a cozy chenille blanket wearing a soft button-down man's shirt. The book I'm reading propped up on my now enormous belly. You'd think at my age, I'd know better. Christ, you'd think at my age, this would be impossible. But there you go. And here I am, at eight-and-a-half months, thumbing through a baby-naming book.
If one more person asks me about a name I swear I will shove chocolate ice cream and pickles down his throat until he explodes!
Oh damn! Now I'm hungry.
Contemplating the distance to the kitchen and the amount of energy it will take for me to get up off the couch, I hold off for a bit longer. Maybe someone will come home and toss food at me out of pity.
Turning my attention to the book I look through name after name. The most popular names of 2002 are: Madison, Ethan, Bailey, Caleb, Hannah, Alexis, Aidan, Jordan, Chloe, Taylor. For pity's sake, how am I supposed to know what to name this little creature inside of me? How am I supposed to know what sort of person he or she will grow into?
I detest the fact that names have meanings. People say that your name helps determine the sort of person you will become. That is such crap. Catherine? Catherine means: "pure, virginal." Ha! How fucking funny is that? I barely remember being virginal and I'm pretty sure I never, ever felt pure.
When I was picking Lindsey's name, I just thought it was pretty. So then I looked up the meaning and found it means "Linden trees near water." I thought, what the hell is that? That doesn't mean anything! No one knows what that means. So I named her Lindsey. A name with no meaning, no preconceived ideas attached to it. I wanted to her be whoever she turns out to be.
I sigh and close my eyes, tears beginning to prickle behind my eyelids. God I am so emotional lately! My moods don't swing so much as they roller coaster.
I sigh again as I feel large, warm hands on my shoulders, rubbing gently at the tired muscles.
"Hey, I didn't hear you come in. Mmmm, more to the left."
He chuckles softly. "How is my lovely Shamu whale today?"
I swat at him with the book. "Ooo, you really shouldn't taunt a pregnant woman, I'm likely to either tear your head off or drown you in my tears. Either way, you are screwed!"
More chuckling. "How about if I just make you a sandwich? Salami and cream cheese again?"
He laughs out loud at my overjoyed smile.
"Poor hungry Catherine. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
"Hmpf, you've already taken care of me, damnit." I snort
"Hmmm, yes, I certainly did." I'm rewarded with his own joyful smile, blue eyes crinkling around the edges as he regards me. He leans down and kisses me, first my belly, then my lips. I wrap my arms up around his neck and pull him down to me, nibbling on his lower lip and drawing his tongue into my mouth.
"Hey," he draws back still smiling. Would you rather nibble on me or a sandwich?"
"Both" I answer, "But not necessarily in that order!"
"I'll be right back. Did you find any names you like?"
"No, I think you should pick." I answer to his retreating form. "But no bug names!"
I hear his snort of laughter and smile softly
I look through the book again and come upon a specific name. My eyes fill with tears again even though I am smiling.
The name Gil means "joy".
By Kat PG-13 for cursing.
Disclaimer: No money, no ownership, etc. etc. Continued my tradition of borrowing a title from another work. This time, obviously, Romeo and Juliet.the balcony scene.
Sort of a Drabble: Because I couldn't make this information fit into my other story.
Late afternoon, the winter sky is darkening to just a rosy haze beyond the mountains. I'm lying on the couch wrapped in a cozy chenille blanket wearing a soft button-down man's shirt. The book I'm reading propped up on my now enormous belly. You'd think at my age, I'd know better. Christ, you'd think at my age, this would be impossible. But there you go. And here I am, at eight-and-a-half months, thumbing through a baby-naming book.
If one more person asks me about a name I swear I will shove chocolate ice cream and pickles down his throat until he explodes!
Oh damn! Now I'm hungry.
Contemplating the distance to the kitchen and the amount of energy it will take for me to get up off the couch, I hold off for a bit longer. Maybe someone will come home and toss food at me out of pity.
Turning my attention to the book I look through name after name. The most popular names of 2002 are: Madison, Ethan, Bailey, Caleb, Hannah, Alexis, Aidan, Jordan, Chloe, Taylor. For pity's sake, how am I supposed to know what to name this little creature inside of me? How am I supposed to know what sort of person he or she will grow into?
I detest the fact that names have meanings. People say that your name helps determine the sort of person you will become. That is such crap. Catherine? Catherine means: "pure, virginal." Ha! How fucking funny is that? I barely remember being virginal and I'm pretty sure I never, ever felt pure.
When I was picking Lindsey's name, I just thought it was pretty. So then I looked up the meaning and found it means "Linden trees near water." I thought, what the hell is that? That doesn't mean anything! No one knows what that means. So I named her Lindsey. A name with no meaning, no preconceived ideas attached to it. I wanted to her be whoever she turns out to be.
I sigh and close my eyes, tears beginning to prickle behind my eyelids. God I am so emotional lately! My moods don't swing so much as they roller coaster.
I sigh again as I feel large, warm hands on my shoulders, rubbing gently at the tired muscles.
"Hey, I didn't hear you come in. Mmmm, more to the left."
He chuckles softly. "How is my lovely Shamu whale today?"
I swat at him with the book. "Ooo, you really shouldn't taunt a pregnant woman, I'm likely to either tear your head off or drown you in my tears. Either way, you are screwed!"
More chuckling. "How about if I just make you a sandwich? Salami and cream cheese again?"
He laughs out loud at my overjoyed smile.
"Poor hungry Catherine. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
"Hmpf, you've already taken care of me, damnit." I snort
"Hmmm, yes, I certainly did." I'm rewarded with his own joyful smile, blue eyes crinkling around the edges as he regards me. He leans down and kisses me, first my belly, then my lips. I wrap my arms up around his neck and pull him down to me, nibbling on his lower lip and drawing his tongue into my mouth.
"Hey," he draws back still smiling. Would you rather nibble on me or a sandwich?"
"Both" I answer, "But not necessarily in that order!"
"I'll be right back. Did you find any names you like?"
"No, I think you should pick." I answer to his retreating form. "But no bug names!"
I hear his snort of laughter and smile softly
I look through the book again and come upon a specific name. My eyes fill with tears again even though I am smiling.
The name Gil means "joy".