A/N: Quick chapter. I was shuffling through my Docs and I remembered a RP where Shellobeth's last name was just flat out reaper because I didn't know if her dad had a last name or not.

Three weeks had passed and the babysitting incident had been long since forgiven and then forgotten and life continued on. That was until the baby's full name became an issue.

As far as they all were concerned, the baby was no longer the Thompson's child, so her last name would not due at all and after a little bit of researching they discovered that her first name came from the word 'Shallow Bath' which is what her mother had tried to drown her in when she was first born and above all, the name Avery was fine but while they were making changes to the first and last name they decided to change that as well.

So there the four reapers stood, looking over the child who by now was fast asleep on a blanket in the middle of the library, trying to think of a name for her. They already knew that her last name would be Crevan, after all, it is normal for a child to have their father's last name.

So with that figured out all that was left was a middle and first name. The first name they decided to tackle last, wanting it to be perfect for the baby girl. Right now the middle name was what they were working on. Rose, Marri, Avery (Grell didn't see why her middle name had to be changed) and Bone ("Its kinda feminine.") were on their list of middles but without a first name they couldn't choose one that fit so now onto the first name.

It had to be something close to her original name for both them and the baby had gotten used to calling her Shellobeth, which brought up the question of why change it at all then. The main reason being that it held a bad meaning to it.

Creepella, Shelly, Shellobeth (Still not a good enough reason for the name to be changed, according to Grell), and Rose were the names chosen for their list and yet no one could decide which one was best. Of course the argument of the final choice being made by the child's father was brought up but even he couldn't choose so they decided to just follow in the baby's example and sleep on it for now. So thats what they did.

Shellobeth's POV:

The baby looked around the room and then up at the bow on her hair that also served as her name tag.

'Oh boy! I look like a little present.' She thought with a giggle when she noticed something written on the pink fabric.

Shellobeth Mari Crevan.

'Oh! I wonder what the black scribbles are!' She thought, unable to read and instead passing off the words as scribbles. 'Maybe daddy knows- Oooh! Theres a ribbon on my head!'

She reached up and grabbed for the end of the ribbon and pulled. It quickly came undone and she looked it over.

'Ooooh! A wittle wormy... Imma suck on this cause it pink. And pink is usually yummy.' She concluded as she began to suck and nom on the ribbon.

"Aww!" She could hear her father from the door way. "I think she likes the name."

"Or hates it. And thats why she trying to destroy it." The redhead piped up simply.

"She probably likes the ribbon and has no idea what her name even is yet." The raven haired male added.

"Or maybe shes eating it so that her name will be inside her and apart of her forever!" All eyes suddenly fell on Ronald.

"And you all call me crazy." The silver-haired man muttered as he left the room.

"Yeah. Ron, that was kinda stupid." The crimson haired male? added, following close behind his friend.

"Why are you even here? Don't you have over time to work on?" Will added, adding a glare in Ronald's direction.

The blonde male turned deep red and slowly backed away towards the morgue's exit, leaving Will in the room with the baby. Looking both ways, he slowly shut the door and walked over to the baby and picked her up.

'Wonder if he wants some pink too!' Shellobeth thought as she held out the ribbon. He took it and wiped the drool off of it and then tied the bow back in her hair. 'Guess not.'

"Do you like your new name little one?" He asked softly, a small smiled ghosting on his lips when the baby began to giggle and clapped her hands. "Good. You know, I chose your middle name. Mari."

She looked up at him with somewhat wide eyes. She had no idea what he was talking about but by the way he was smiling like that she knew it had to be a very good thing.

"Because a beautiful child deserves a beautiful name." He cooed as he held the child close while she nuzzled into his chest.

He smiled softly once again and gently began to rock her back and forth. Suddenly however, the door to the baby's room was thrown opened. Grell stepped in, not noticing the scene in front of him yet.

"Will, should we be heading back to- Um... What are you doing?" He asked, sounding a bit confused.

The raven haired man just stared unmoving and unblinking for a moment before he slowly went back to the child's cradle and set her down.

"N-Nothing. Nothing. Nothing at all." He said in his usual, all to serious tone.

"Um... OK? Well, we should probably-" He dropped his sentence quickly and turned around and promptly left.

"Well, I guess we'll be off then..." He muttered before turning to the now sleeping child. "Good bye Shellobeth... Mari Craven." He added this with a smirk as he turned and left the room.