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The event was awesome and so informing and it's all hitting me rn... going to a bigger school hours away from my hometown Dx So updates from now until I start school will be whenever I can. I'm still looking for housing in the area... yeah don't procrastinate, people! DON'T! I have two-ish weeks to find a place... ._. being me.. this might not go well...
Anyway, on a happier note, here's a new chapter!
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Have fun!
Summary: The slight disagreement when naming their second son.
Number of years married: 3
Sons: 2
Daughters: 0
~:~ Mind your attitude ~:~
"Oh, He's darling," Belle beamed. She folded over the blanket her newborn son was wrapped in. "He looks like you, dear."
Gaston grunted. "He's got your nose."
"But he has the shape of your eyes."
He was reclined on a seat beside the bed. His feet were propped up on the bed much to her annoyance. "What're we going to name him?"
She had been thinking of that ever since she was told she had another boy. "Well," she began. Gaston could not object. He wasn't allowed to name their sons. So she felt confident in her choice.. After all, he did like Nathaniel's name. "I was thinking of Constable Charlie's oldest son. You know, the one who died suddenly... back when we were children."
The hunter stopped whittling on a chunk of wood. His tone was full of disbelief and disgust. "You mean you want to name our son after-"
She was quick to interrupt him. "The nice boy who was always so sweet. You would have never thought that he was ill. He was so nice to everyone."
He snorted. "I'm not- we're not naming our child after him."
"Why not?" she frowned. "Gaston, I believe you don't have a particular fancy for those who were polite and different-"
He sent her a glare then continued whittling.
She wanted to groan. Sometimes he was forward and other times he was like this. And it was like pulling teeth. She hoped her two boys wouldn't be the same way. "Gaston, you tell me what it is about that name that bothers you."
"It's not the name. It's the boy. It's who he was." He set down his work. "I'm not- Our son will be nothing like that boy-"
Belle didn't understand. Constable Charlie's oldest son had been a complete sweetheart with her. He had been one of the few boys who didn't pick on her for being different. But she hadn't gone to school and she wasn't sure if Gaston did - he hardly talked about his childhood - so she wasn't sure where his dislike of the boy came from. "What exactly did he do?"
"He intended to woo you. I will not have my son named after the boy who almost took you from me-"
Of course his reason had to something selfish. "Gaston, in the end you married me. Can't whatever happened be put in the past?"
"Gaston never puts anything in the past," he grunted.
"And Gaston has not referred to himself in the third person for a very long time." She glared at him.
"Maybe Gaston hasn't changed," he shot back.
"Gaston." She was unamused.
"What?"
She pursed her lips and tried once more. "His name is going to be-"
"Nope!" He held up a single finger. "Don't even mention that name. We are not going to name him that!"
"Oh, please. That happened years ago!" Their discussion- argument was going nowhere. "Gaston-"
He was as persistent as she was insistent. "I will not have my son, my innocent son be named after him."
She wanted to thwack him. "You're being utterly ridiculous, Gaston. It's just a name! It's not as if he is destined to become him."
He wouldn't budge. "We're not naming him that."
"But he changed after-"
"After I left, he changed," he grunted. "You had your change of heart for him."
She frowned. Never in any way would Gaston or anyone else speak for her. "I always liked him."
"No." And he was firm.
She suddenly thought of a different angle. "Well, the constable has done many great things for us, Gaston-"
"If you must honor the constable, name him after his other son," he let out in a slight groan. He had sat up straight somewhere in their conversation and now he was leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees.
"The one who joined the war-"
"Yes."
"Why?" she asked blatantly confused.
"Because he was a good soldier who fought bravely for his country. He wasn't the coward like his older brother. He wasn't remembered for sitting on his ass and doing nothing all day-"
"Oh that's polite," she scoffed.
His eyes flashed. "He did! Your sweetheart idiot did nothing! Only got away with it because his father was the constable-"
The newborn gave an indignant wail. His parents had been arguing for far too long.
"Compromise, Belle," he sighed.
She groaned and shook her head. "Fine. Fine. We'll name him... after Constable Charlie's third son."
"He had a third son?"
"Yes. Don't you remember? The nice young lad who rescued me from the river. All of the constable's sons were so polite-"
"Then why didn't you start with that name to begin with?" he huffed. "Could have saved me the trouble of getting worked up!"
She glared again. "Because he was older than me and I don't remember much about him. He was the one who left his studies to support his family."
"The one who lost his arm in the mine explosion."
"Yes, him. He was always so sweet and kind-"
"-and better than that git you wanted in the first place-"
"Gaston," she said tightly.
He grinned at her annoyance with him. "Yes Belle?"
She wanted to be mad at him but he had finally agreed on her choice of a name. She looked down at her son. Her attitude towards Gaston's attitude melted away as she smiled down at the calming baby.
"Hello, little Gilbert."
