Elizabeth paused at the doorway to what she, in her mind at least, now considered the nursery. She had taken to coming here in the evenings when she was done with her work for the day. At some point, someone had even pulled a chair for her over by the tank that held her daughter.

-My daughter!- Even though it had been almost 2 weeks, Elizabeth still marveled at the miracle that floated serenely on the other side of the room. Though she was still worried about what kind of mother she'd make, along with all the other factors that she and Rodney had discussed over the last week or so, Elizabeth couldn't stop the small smile that formed as she fully entered the room, and saw Rodney already sitting comfortably in her chair, reading from a file on his lap and occasionally glancing up at the tank with a small smile.

Elizabeth stood there for several minutes, watching him, before she entered quietly. She didn't want to disturb him or interrupt his time with the baby, but at the same time, she was unwilling to forgo what had become a very important nightly ritual for her. She wouldn't get nine months to bond with this child slowly growing inside of her. She had been given less than two weeks to try to wrap her mind around this and these evening visits had become her time.

She approached him slowly, and stopped, startled when he spoke without looking up. "I wondered when you were going to get here. You're usually here long before now."

Elizabeth shook her head, not even attempting to find out how he'd know she was there. As she walked around the chair to stand in front of him, he quickly stood up, motioning her to her chair. "I was just waiting for you. Errr…warming your chair up for you, and all that." He blushed slightly, and she found it so endearing, she couldn't help but smile at his unexpected gallantry and nervous fumbling.

She sat down, and watched him fidget for a moment, before taking pity on his obvious discomfort. "Rodney, why don't you sit down and stay with me, well…us, for a bit?" He smiled gratefully and looked around for a chair briefly, before shrugging and sitting on the floor, leaning back against a console so he could see her and the tank holding his daughter.

"'Lizabeth, do you realize we probably have a matter of hours, maybe a day or so left until Addie is going to be here? We haven't decided on anything. Where she's gonna sleep. What we're going to do. Not only that, but what are we gonna do about diapers, and formula and….what?" Rodney stopped mid-rant at the puzzled look on Elizabeth's face. "What, 'Lizabeth? What did I do?"

Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Addie? Where did that come from? I assume you mean the baby, right?" She lifted the other eyebrow towards the other one at his answering scowl. "What?"

Rodney rolled his eyes. "We can't keep calling her "the baby" and "she" all the time. It doesn't have to be her name; I just needed something to make her more…real." His voice faded away at the end, before quietly adding, "Besides, it was my mother's name and she was the only bright spot in my life growing up, so I figured it couldn't hurt to use it until we decided on a name."

Elizabeth blinked her eyes rapidly for a second to dispel the moisture that had pooled there while he talked and now threatened to spill out.She nodded, before clearing her throat. "Actually, I was thinking something close to that. Adiana. I read it years ago, and I loved it. It means 'the night's falling reveals the angel's beauty.' Seems pretty appropriate too, since she seems to be one of the few beautiful things to come out of the horrors of the 'night' we've seen since arriving here. And…" she hesitated to make sure he wasn't rejecting the name outright. When she saw him mulling it over and watching her, she continued. "And…I think I found the right name to go with it. Terena. It means 'of Earth,' which is also quite fitting, in my opinion."

Rodney continued to study her like he'd never seen her before until she blushed. "Okay, fine. Yes, I've been thinking about it quite a bit, and even looking some things up and asking around about name origins to a few members of the team from other countries. I don't like referring to her as 'she' or 'the baby' either. And since she is yours too, I didn't want to make this decision unilaterally." Here, she smiled at him slightly.

He met her eyes, and saw the worry, the nervousness that he wouldn't like the name she'd chosen. But under it all, was a spark that he'd never seen. Dare he believe she was actually getting as excited as he had become over the thought of a baby, this baby? Finally, he smiled and nodded. "I like it. It's beautiful. And, as you said, awfully appropriate. I'm gonna keep calling her Addie anyway, you realize, but it seems like a good nickname for Adiana anyway. So I guess it ….wait. No. That name won't work."

Elizabeth shook her head lightly in confusion, trying to follow Rodney's abrupt shift in thought. "What? What's wrong? You just said it was beautiful."

Rodney was still shaking his head. "Yes, I know what I said, andI still think thename is beautiful. But no child of mine is going to go through life with the initials ATM. That's just asking for her to be teased."

"M? Weir starts with a W."

"If she's my child, her last name is McKay. Not Weir. I'm sorry. You can pick the first name and her middle name, but McKay is non-negotiable. And I'm not hyphenating it. None of this Weir-McKayor McKay-Weir stuff. McKay."

"But Rodney…"

"No. No buts. I won't compromise on this one, 'Lizabeth. I can't.I'm sorry, I have to be strict about the McKay. Something has to say this child is mine as well. It's obvious by looking at her that she has several of your features, but there's nothing that I can see that shows I have any connection to her and I don't want there to be any doubt. Unless you want to combine our names."

Elizabeth cocked her head at him. "Combine our names? But you just said no hyphenations."

Rodney grinned at her. "No, not hyphenate. Combine. How about McWeir?"

Rodney sat on the floor, smiling smugly in victory and watching the baby -no, Adiana. Well…Addie.- The nickname Rodney had christened her with was already stuck in Elizabeth's head. She'd flat out refused the McWeir suggestion, though she'd know he was joking. She'd laughed along with him as soon as she'd realized he wasn't serious. They'd argued about it for quite a while after that before they settled on the only fair way they could think of to decide.

-Rock, paper, scissors- Elizabeth cringed as she remembered. -Myfirst child'sname was decided by a child's game.- But after such a long argument, and no coin to flip, it had come down to that because neither would concede. He'd given her the choice of that or Prime/Not Prime. She knew she didn't have a prayer at beating him at that. The only other option had been a blind choice or asking others. But this seemed too important to leave up to a blind choice, and she really didn't feel it was anyone else's business.

She had to admit though, they'd solved this issue, albeit unconventionally, but solved it nonetheless. And if they could settle something that big and remain friends, it gave her hope for what was to come.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to ask Rodney what he thought they should do about the sleeping arrangements, andyelped in fright as a hologram snapped in place directly over Rodney. He gave an almost girlish shriek and jumped up, coming to stand next to her chair as she stood, giving his whole body a shake like he's walked into a spider web. She grinned at him, then turned towatchthe Janus hologram as it began to speak.

"The program is complete. Finalization sequence commencing. 1 hour until birth."

Elizabeth and Rodney turned to look at each other. Nervousness, excitement, hope and trepidation allbattled for dominance on their faces and in their eyes, until Rodney blinked and reached up to tap his headset.

"Carson. It's Rodney. It's…time." Carson responded, though Rodney was already not listening, staring into Elizabeth's eyes again. He gave her a small smile as he reached out and squeezed her hand. "Here we go." Elizabeth nodded slowly, and kept a firm grip on his hand as they turned back to look at the tank.

Adiana Terena McKay was ready to meet her family. The only question was, were they ready for her?