They were having a girl and they couldn't stop smiling about it. As the ultrasound tech cleaned the gel from Teresa's abdomen, they held hands, grinning at each other like fools. Before even getting to the car, they were tossing around name ideas. The next day at the office, Patrick kept writing joke names on little pieces of paper and leaving them for Teresa to find on her desk. He laughed to himself later when he found that she'd stuffed them in his tea cup and left it in the break room cupboard. They didn't make progress on the subject until that Friday night.

"I want her to give her a pretty name." Teresa said as they were sitting under the stars.

They'd gotten dinner after work and then come to the cabin because Patrick couldn't wait to ask her opinion on some of his newest plans. It was a lovely warm night and she suggested they just crash in the airstream instead of bothering with the drive back. Sitting on the porch steps listening to the night for a while was so much more appealing to both of them than getting back in the car. She could deal with the undersized bed for one night.

Her husband feigned offense. "And I want an ugly name?"

She laughed. "No, I mean I want to name her after a flower or something nice."

Immediately his expression softened with the sweet surprise he felt. "Really?"

"Yeah" she said, gently bumping her shoulder against his. "Why not?"

"I'm just a little surprised. I thought you'd want something more traditional."

"What like Teresa?"

He smiled. "I've always loved your name. I was actually going to ask you what you thought of making it her middle name."

"Just the middle?"

"Oh come on." he laughed, knowing full well she wouldn't want two Teresas.

A screech owl suddenly made its presence known. If she hadn't spent so many nights there growing accustomed to all the wildlife noises, it would have freaked her out. The sound did startle her, but she instantly recognized it.

"Hello to you too, sir." Patrick said to the darkness. Then he took her hand. "So flowers."

"I know the names of like three flowers." She admitted.

"Not to worry." He assured her. "Do you like Iris?"

"No."

"Lily?"

"No."

"Daisy?"

"Gross."

Patrick chuckled. "Gross?"

"Yeah, gross."

"Alright." he shrugged, grinning.

"Cosmo, Zinnia, Aster, Blossom, Poppy?"

"No. No. No- Wait! Cosmo?"

He laughed hard, hoping she'd caught it. "They're beautiful flowers!" He defended.

"No way!"

"How about Petunia? We could call her Tunie."

She thought about it. "That's really sweet." Then went quiet for a second. "But no."

Patrick's face seemed stuck in a grin. He was finding this too much fun. "Ok," he said, thinking again. "Rose?"

Teresa's eyes got wide and her expression melted like she'd just seen the cutest thing. "I love Rose!"

He felt like he'd just won the best prize.

"You know what?" she said. "Teresa Rose sounds better than Rose Teresa. But we'll call her Rose."

His face lit up once again. "That's perfect."

She smiled at his reaction and leaned in to kiss him. When they broke apart he bent down and put his face close to her stomach. "Hi Rosie." He said softly.

"Oh, she hears you!" His wife's hands moved instinctively to her belly. She took his hand and put it there too. "There she is."

His smile turned to awe. "It's like she'd dancing in there."

"Teresa Rose Jane."

He looked back up at her. The full name from her lips for the first time was the most beautiful thing Patrick thought he'd ever heard.