"So, have you any ideas for names?" Molly asked, as she sat curled into the curve of Greg's relaxed form.
"Not a single one, Love," Greg said softly. Absently, he reached over, stroking Barnaby's sleek silver back. "I've not a scrap of imagination when it comes to these things, you know that."
"Well, you had plenty of imagination when we were…" Molly started, before Greg cut her off with a silencing kiss to the side of her jawline.
"Yes well, that was then. This is now," he murmured against her skin. "Whatever you do, let's not call him Gregory, please, if we have a boy. That's got less imagination to it than even I have." He sighed against her shoulder, smiling into her shirt.
"And if we have a girl, then what? No Molly Juniors?" she giggled.
"I wouldn't object to that, though in all fairness you might," Greg said, laughing. He brought his hand up to rest lightly on her middle. "OH, definitely a girl," he said mysteriously.
Molly grinned, turning her head as much as she could to look at him.
"How the hell do you know THAT?" she demanded, giving him an amused look of skepticism.
"Easy," Greg replied mischievously, with another quick kiss. "She's kicking up a right fuss, because I'm talking about her behind her back!"