"Hawkeye."
She blanches. "No."
He is insistent. "I want him named Hawkeye."
"I cannot allow my son to become 'Hawkeye'."
"It suited the Mohicans fine."
"It's not for us." She clutches the sleeping infant closer. "I was thinking 'Edgar'."
He blinks. "Edgar!"
"As in Poe."
"No." He spots her expression and adds, gently, "We have hours to decide. Care for tea? You could do with some after yesterday."
She agrees and he leaves. As he walks away, she reaches for the certificate.
"First name; Benjamin Franklin. That'll show him."
She snuggles the child in her arms, scoffing. "Hawkeye -- hmmp."