Title: Name Game
Summary: Henry's going through his new purchase.
Note: Skagengiirl and anon both asked what names they were thinking for the baby. So, this is very early in the naming process. Henry's just gotten his book of baby names after The Shopping Trip. This kid is very likely not going to have a name until he or she is here.

"Hey, found your name."

Graham looked up from his paperwork to Henry over on the couch. The lad was leaning into Emma, his nose stuck in the book he was getting very familiar with. "Oh, yeah?" she asked.

Henry nodded. Emma absently pet back his hair, still focused on the movie playing. It was a mellow evening, the first Friday in a long while where they had nothing planned. Tomorrow was dinner at the Simmons', Sunday was a meeting at Gia's for the next school event, then the next week was full of appointments and work and meetings. This was the calm before the storm.

Graham set the file to the side and leaned back into the armchair. "Well?"

"'Whole or universal.' Pretty cool," he pronounced. "I still like mine better."

Graham laughed, and he saw Emma grin. She grabbed the remote and paused the film. "Sure thing, 'home ruler.'" She kissed his head and leaned over to read the page.

"Did your mom have a reason for calling you that in this life?" he asked. He knew perfectly well that Henry had been her father, the one she murdered for the curse. He remembered the old, frail man that would cower to his daughter, one he barely saw in the castle in any capacity but as her servant. He knew there had to be a reason in Emma's memories for giving him the name.

Emma blushed a little as she admitted, "one of the nicknames is Harry."

"As in Potter!" Henry surmised, and then collapsed into giggles.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, kid. Just be glad you're a boy, because you can guess where a seventeen year old's head was at for girl's names."

"I could have been Hermione?" he asked, his face screwing up as he considered it.

She swatted at him and then pulled him closer. "Maybe. Maybe you'd have been Tonks."

Henry snorted and turned the page.

"Are we going off story characters, now?" Graham asked, giving a fake sigh even as his face split into a wide smile. "Our next kid will be from a book?"

"You're one to talk, you actual literal storybook character," Emma teased.

He chuckled. He didn't really have much of an opinion on names; as far as he was concerned they were mostly superfluous, being that he spent one life completely without one. He rather loved the feeling of working to find one for the new person all together, though. He directed his next question to Henry. "Well, what's my name mean?" he asked.

Henry flipped through the pages. "'Gravelly homestead.' Look! We both have 'home' in our names! That's kinda cool, Dad."

"I think I'll keep it then," he joked. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, "it's a boy day. What's today's suggestion?"

"Does that mean we've officially given up on the twin theory?" Emma asked hopefully.

"No," Graham and Henry said together.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Sure. Don't trust the ultrasound."

Henry flicked through the pages rapidly, eyes bouncing all across. "If we match, Dad, maybe the baby should match mom? Emmett is the one that means the same."

Emma scowled. "Kid, that's the same thing as a junior, which I have already nixed. No, thank you."

Henry's eyes were alight, mischief sparkling in them. "C'mon, it's not really your name."

"No thanks, kid. On to the next one," she insisted.

Graham got up from his chair and sat on one of the arms of the couch. He looked over the page and read through the definition. "I don't know if it's any better than Leroy, Henry."

Henry hummed and skipped to the last third of the book. "If I'm a ruler, maybe the baby can be Ryan. Means 'little king.' And hey, it's Irish … and English, but it could work."

He ruffled the kid's hair, but didn't comment on how sweet he thought it was that the boy was trying to include a heritage that wasn't truly his. He shook his head as if to clear the thought and reminded himself that he was in this timeline, that it was just as real.

"Better," Emma decided. "But then we'd have to explain to Maggie why we're using her brother's name."

Henry groaned. "We know too many people."

"We have some time to find something, Henry. Don't stress about it," Graham reminded.

"I'm not stressed," Henry said stubbornly, and flipped to the middle. "I want to help."

Emma leaned her head on the top of his and used one hand to cover her stomach. "I love that you're helping. Your opinion's going to be just as important, you know. But like Graham said, we still have almost five months to decide."

Henry huffed but nodded. "Okay. But I'm going to keep this, okay?"

"Of course. We got it mostly for you," Graham said. He remembered their worries when Emma first told him, how they wanted to be sure Henry didn't feel left out or replaced. So far, their fears were null; Henry was nothing if not excited, and he wanted to participate in every aspect.

"Good," he said, then leaned down to rest his head on the bump, his voice hushed. "I promise I'll find you the best name."

Graham felt his heart tug, still so awed that Henry was so in love with his sibling.

"He's going to have the greatest big brother," Emma said, her voice thickened with tears that he knew better than to comment on.

He hugged his mother around the waist, and Graham watched them both with soft eyes. "Luckiest little thing," he murmured, then reached out to take Emma's offered hand. He squeezed it gently, and hovered over them until Henry deliberately scooted closer to allow him room to settle in.

Emma turned the movie back on, the low hum of noise simply a background. Quietly, they resumed their actions, Henry thumbing through the book, Emma watching, and he with his file again. But they remained crammed on one couch, curling around each other until they were comfortable.

There would be plenty of time to make final decisions, and he knew it would be one they'd make as a family.