"What about Jasmine?" Sybil asked, lying next to her husband in bed.

Well, strictly speaking, she wasn't in bed. It was far too warm, so she was lying on top of the duvet, her husband next to her, also above the covers.

"No way," Tom said, shaking his head. "I got bullied by a girl called Jasmine in primary school."

"You got bullied by a girl?" Sybil asked with a small laugh.

She had known her husband for years, and in all the time she had known him, he had been a headstrong individual who could stand up for himself, no matter who it was against. The idea of him being bullied in any capacity, at any age, by anyone surprised Sybil.

"I was little, okay!" Tom defended. "I haven't always been the ruggedly handsome, politically minded Irishman that you know!"

Sybil laughed gently.

"Okay, what about Emily?"

"I had a great aunt Emily and none of us liked her," Tom said.

The couple were trying to decide on baby names. Sybil was five months pregnant with their first child – a daughter – and they were having one of their many discussions about what to call her. They had yet to find a name that they both loved.

"Why is this so difficult?" Sybil moaned, turning on her side and leaning on her elbow, propping her head up with her hand as she looked at her husband.

"All of your favourite names, I won't name a child because I associate those names with people I don't like, and vice versa. We don't seem to be able to find any mutual likes," Tom explained. "What about Alice?"

"It's a possibility," Sybil said after thinking for a few seconds.

"You don't sound so sure," Tom noted.

"I don't know," Sybil huffed. "It just doesn't jump out at me. I need a name that I really love if I'm going to be saying it for the rest of my life." She paused. "We haven't talked much about Irish names. Is there anything from your neck of the woods that you like?"

"I like Saoirse, but my sister's planning on naming her baby Saoirse, so that's out of the question."

"Oh yeah, how's she getting on? She's due soon isn't she?" Sybil asked.

"Due next Friday," Tom said. "I think she wants to get it over with now. She's fed up of being pregnant, especially in this heat."

"I can understand that," Sybil said sympathetically.

"I quite like Carlin," Tom said.

Sybil scrunched her nose and shook her head. "I think that's too likely to get shortened to Carly, which I hate."

"Rori with an 'i'?" Tom suggested.

"I like that," Sybil hummed to herself quietly. "What do you think about that as a middle name?"

"It certainly works with Branson, but I suppose it depends on the first name as well."

"Ugh," Sybil exclaimed, dropping back onto the bed dramatically. "Why is this so impossible?"

Tom laughed at his wife's actions and leant over to kiss her cheek.

"We've got months before we need to make a decision yet, love," Tom said. "It's not like we have to make a decision tonight."

Tom nuzzled closer to Sybil and buried his chin in her neck.

"There are plenty of other things we could do tonight," he purred.

"Oh really?" Sybil murmured.

"Really," Tom growled.

He pulled her closer and laid a trail of kisses along her jaw.

The baby name talk was over for tonight, but sleep was a long way off yet. There were certain other activities which would fill their time this evening.

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