Jaye lay in her freshly made bed drifting in and out of sleep. The nurses had just taken the babies down to the nursery to put them in an incubator for a little while since they were so small. She turned her head towards the door when she sensed Flint walk in. She smiled warmly yet tiredly at him. "Hey hon."

"How are you feeling?" Flint asked her.

Jaye smirked tiredly. "With my fingers."

"Well you can't be that bad," Flint smiled. "So...I talked to my parents, and they're thrilled." He sat down by the bedside. "But they were wondering something. What are we naming the babies?"

Jaye's eyes widened slightly. "We never decided did we?"

Flint shook his head and smiled. "So?"

Jaye scooted over in her bed making room for Flint and patted the bed. "I don't know."

Flint moved to sit closer and put and arm around Jaye's shoulder. "Well, we know what we're not going to name them." He cleared his throat. "Which, admittedly, doesn't help much."

Jaye chuckled softly. "What about you naming one and I name the other?"

"Hmmm..." Flint scratched his stubbly chin. "That sounds fair. Boy or girl for you?"

"Mmmm...I don't know. I thought it would be easier than this."

Flint laughed. "Yeah, I don't know whether it would have been easier with one kid or five."

Jaye snuggled into Flint's shoulder. "What's your mom's middle name?

"Well, her middle name is Mae," Flint mused. "Which sounds a little old-timey, but it's not bad." He looked down at Jaye and smiled. "She'd love you forever if you chose it," Flint added.

Jaye smiled. "What about your father's middle name?"

"Oh, I don't think so," Flint chuckled. "It's Hedley."

"Ewww." Jaye said with a cringe. "Don't want that either. How about your mother's middle name and your father's first name for the babies middle names?"

"Sounds good," Flint mused. "Now we just have to come up with first names to go with them..."

"You have any suggestions?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his already mussed hair. "Should we do this when we're this tired?"

"What better time to do it. We're both too tired to argue over it."

"Good point. And we'll have an excuse when the kids are old enough to hate their names." He ran a hand along her cheek. "But let's hope they don't." He stood and stretched. "Okay, think of people you like, people we respect. Any names come to mind?"

"When I was a child the only person I was really close to is my nanny. Her name was Miss Morgan. She died when I was 7."

"I never knew that," Flint said quietly. "Morgan for the girl, then?"

Jaye nodded her head. "Morgan Mae."

"So...Morgan Mae Hart-Burnett? That's certainly a mouthful." Flint glanced at Jaye.

"No...Morgan Mae Faireborn." Jaye smiled at Flint.

Flint's eyes widened. "Really?" He grinned. "I mean, I thought--"

Jaye raised her hand with the IV's in it up and caressed his cheek. "You are their father. Why wouldn't I give them your last name?"

He looked down and shrugged. "Oh, maybe it's that independent streak of yours."

"Besides I've got a ring on my finger you gave me that promises that one day all four of us will have the same last name."

"Oh, well, there is that." Flint gave her a wry smile. "Morgan Mae Faireborn." He caught her hand and squeezed it. "I like it."

"Me too." Jaye said and kissed Flint softly on the lips.

"That leaves the boy," Flint told her. "I have an uncle named Murray and my grandfather's name was Percy. I don't think either of those will do." He winked. "Do you think Hawk would faint if we named him Clayton?"

Jaye chuckled. "Probably."

"Well, we both admire him..." Flint played with her hair.

"Yeah." She curled up against Flint's side and for the first time in several months was actually able to be right next to him.

"So, then. Clayton Robert Faireborn. Has a nice ring to it."

"Promise not to tell him until I'm awake to hear it. I want to see his face."

"Alright," Flint promised. "I'll tell Duke and Scarlett, though."

"Make sure they keep quiet."

"I will." Flint kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to walk past the incubators and head back downstairs to call them. Do you need anything?"

"A whole 12 pack of coke."

Flint laughed. "I don't think they'll let you have that many, but I'll ask for one."

Jaye kissed him softly before he got up. "Deal."