"What about Katherine?"

Karen shook her head as she ate her lunch.

"Abigail?"

Karen shrugged. "Maybe"

Grace had taken Karen out for lunch at one of her favorite restaurants. It had become a ritual for the two of them on the days they didn't have a lot of work to do. Today, they had been talking about what names Karen was thinking of for the baby.

"Well honey, I actually think I have the middle name all set. We had talked about names a long time ago and we only ever agreed on the middle name."

Grace looked up from her salad. "Really, Kar? What is it?"

"Well, if it's alright with you honey, I'd love to use Grace."

"Seriously?"

Karen nodded. "Yeah, honey. You took a chance on me a long time ago, and you've always been there for me. Stanley always thought very highly of you. So, would it be alright with you if her middle name was Grace?"

"Oh, Karen. It would be an honor." She replied as she took Karen's hand.

"Good. Now all I have to do is figure out her first name…."

A few days later, Karen was sitting alone in the library with a baby name book and a notepad. She wrote down another name then furiously scribbled it out seconds later. Karen let out a heavy sigh as she placed the book down. She stood from the chair and began walking around the manse. Now nearly six months pregnant, Karen had picked out everything for her daughter. From clothes and baby blankets to stuffed animals and pacifiers. Everything was ready for her, except her name.

Walking into her bedroom, she sat down on the edge of her bed, taking off her shoes and letting her hair down. She laid back on the pillow and fell asleep quickly, dreaming of meeting her daughter for the first time, hoping that a name would come to her in her sleep.

Karen was still asleep a few hours later when Will came over. Walking into her bedroom, Will watched as Karen slept, noticing how peaceful she looked. Will quietly walked up to her and sat down on the edge of her bed, gently touching her arm to wake her up.

"Karen? Wake up."

She stirred at the sound of his voice. "Wilma? What are you doing here?"

"It's Tuesday."

Karen raised her eyebrows, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Yeah. And?"

"And we made plans to go out to dinner. Grace and Jack are meeting us at the restaurant, and I am here to escort you."

"That's really sweet of you, honey. Give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go." she said as she slowly got up and walked to her closet. Will walked out while Karen got dressed and ambled into the library, picking up Karen's notepad and book.

"Ready to go, Will?" Karen asked as she appeared in the doorway.

Will nodded his head and turned to Karen. "Still can't decide on a name?"

"Ugh. I've been having such a hard time picking one, honey. Just wait until you have to decide on your child's name, then you'll see how intimidating it is."

"Oh, I've had names picked out for my kids since college, well, I've known my son's since then."

"Really, honey? You've known that long?"

"Yea. I always knew that I wanted my son to be named Benjamin."

"What about your daughter?"

Karen's question was met with silence. "Oh come on, Wilma! Just tell me! I'm not gonna steal it!"

"Alright. Last year, when Grace and I were trying, I bought a book like this and found one that I thought would be cute." Will said as he flipped through the book, stopping once he found the page he was looking for, and handing it to Karen. "Cailyn. It means 'pure beauty'."

Karen drew in a breath. That was the name, she knew it. Will saw her face and smiled.

"Take it."

"What?" Karen said, stunned. "Oh, honey. I can't, it's yours."

Will took her hand in his. "Karen, I want you to have it. I may never have a little girl, and then the name would just go to waste."

"Cailyn Grace Walker. It's perfect." Karen pulled Will into a tight hug. "Thank you, Will."

"You're welcome, Karen. It's the least I could do, especially for your birthday. Now, are you ready for dinner?"

"You bet, honey. I'm starving."

Will lent his arm out and Karen took it, allowing him to help her down the stairs and into the waiting limo. Now she had everything she needed for her daughter, and she couldn't have asked for a better present.