A/N: another random scene. And I mean…random. What's more random than a conversation about baby names, I ask XD I was about to just post the 'baby names' bit, but I decided it would be just too random, so I posted another scene as well. I mean, if nothing really happened aside from some talk about names, there would have been really little point in posting it after all.
...as if the whole thing really HAD a point at all XD


"Duffy?"

"…"

"Pookie bear?" Amy called out, shaking him.

"Uh…" Killigan mumbled something in his sleep as he rolled over "no, no, ye have to swing it this way…"

"Duff!" she called again, this time louder.

"Eh?" Killigan croaked, finally opening his eyes. He had to blink a couple of times before he managed to see Amy's face smiling down at him in the dim light. "Och, what the-- what time is it?" he asked groggily. Keeping his eyes open costed him so much effort that he could have sworn each eyelid weighted a ton.

"Five in the morning, I think," Amy said cheerfully.

"What?" Killigan nearly shouted, bolting upright and turning to glance at the clock – yes, it was five in the morning. Fine, that was it – if she had been looking for trouble, she had just found it. She knew waking him up because she was up for some cuddling was anything but a good idea, and waking him up at that ungodly hour really was asking for trouble.

"What the heck are ye thinking, lass?" he protested, turning to look at her, but he stopped talking and blinked again as she noticed the absolutely delighted expression "…what?" he muttered confusedly as she suddenly hugged him, causing a loud cracking noise to come from his spine. "Ouch! Easy!" he yelped, somewhat surprised – due to her pregnancy, Amy had been much more careful with those hugs lately "what the…?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," she smiled a little sheepishly, her grip loosening "but I was just so happy, and I couldn't wait to let you know!"

"Uh?" Killigan could already feel an awful headache building up in his skull "let me know what? What are ye talking about?"

Amy giggled, but instead of replying she grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach. Killigan opened his mouth to ask if she had lost her mind or something, but whatever he was about to say died in his throat as he saw – well, he felt – the reason why Amy was so excited. The baby was kicking – it was weak, sure, but it simply couldn't be mistaken.

"Isn't it wonderful, honey bunny? The baby just began kicking, and I woke up, and I couldn't wait to tell you!" she chattered happily, apparently oblivious of the fact Killigan was currently too stunned to actually process anything she was saying.

"Er…" Killigan blinked, shaking his head a little as he tried to think clearly and as he felt the child kicking again "aye, it's…it's…" he paused, then he frowned "doesn't that hurt?"

"Oh, don't be silly, of course it doesn't – and the baby is still so small, it wouldn't hurt anyway," she said with a giggle, clearly amused by his question "can you feel it?"

Killigan nodded, a wide stupid grin widening on his face against his own will. "Aye," he said, without removing his hand from stomach, the he frowned again. "It stopped," he said somewhat worriedly.

On the other hand, Amy just chuckled again. "But of course, pookie bear – babies can't kick all the time," she said, giving him a peck on his cheek "and they don't kick much at this point anyway."

He seemed reassured as he reluctantly took away his hand from her belly – after all, she surely knew more than he did on the subject. "Oh," he cleared his throat a little embarrassedly – it wasn't like him getting worried like that "right."

"Ooh, looks like someone got worried," she cooed, grinning just a little.

Killigan scowled. "I'm not," he protested, folding his arms and leaning back down "I was curious, that's it."

"Sure," Amy said with a wink "you know, you look cute when you're worried…"

"I was not worried," Killigan grumbled "and I'm not…cute," he grimaced.

"Aw, but you are--"

"Lass!"

Amy giggled. "No need to get all grumpy," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Och, ye can't expect me to be glad when ye wake me up at five in the morning," he grunted, but he put an arm around her waist, his hand briefly resting on her stomach as if to check again. No more kicking.

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, pookie bear, but I just couldn't wait to tell you," she said, snuggling a tad closer "you're not angry, are you?"

"Not this time," he said vaguely, smirking a little "it's not yer fault if the brat decided to be a pain now."

"Duffy!"

"I was just kidding, lass," Killigan rolled his eyes "it's not yer fault if the kid began kicking now. Better?"

Amy chuckled. "Yes, a lot better," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek and ignoring his grumbling about how touchy she had gotten about the child. "Honey bunny?" she called again after a brief silence.

"What?" he opened his eyes again, slightly annoyed. Alright, the kid had begun kicking and it was great, but it was still five in the morning, and sleeping didn't seem such a bad idea to him.

"We still haven't thought of a name."

"And we have to do it now? There are still months left!"

Amy pouted. "Why not?" she asked in a whiny voice, and Killigan knew she just wouldn't leave him alone until they discussed about a name at least for a while.

"Alight," he said with a sigh, trying to think of something – it wasn't like thinking up baby names had ever been among his pastimes after all "how about Wallace?"

She blinked. "Wallace?"

"Aye. What's wrong with that?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, it's just…" she was pretty sure she had heard it already, and for some reason it didn't make her think of anything nice "why did you think about it first?"

"Have ye ever heard of William Wallace?"

Amy shuddered. "Oh, yes – but wasn't he captured and executed during some war against England?"

"Aye. He was hanged, drawn and quar--"

She immediately shook her head, looking nearly horrified. "Oh, no! I don't want our baby to be named after someone who was slaughtered!" she protested, causing Killigan to shift a little uncomfortably – he had to admit that it didn't seem much of a good idea put that way.

"Fine, fine, I'll think of something else," he thought for a few moments "how about Golf?"

Amy blinked, then she laughed. "Oh, that's a good one – I almost believed it for a moment!"

"I'm serious – there are people who are named like that, ye know," Killigan said almost defensively.

"Don't be silly – we cant' name a baby boy after a sport! Other children make fun of him!"

Killigan snorted. "They'd just have to try."

She shook her head. "Duffy, we're not going to name out baby Golf," she said firmly, pursuing her lips, and Killigan sighed – it was clears she wasn't about to change her mind.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, scratching his chin in thought "Lachlan?" he finally suggested.

Amy blinked. "Did you make this up?" she asked, clearly puzzled.

"No, it was my old man's name."

"Old man?"

"My father."

"Oh," she said a tad awkwardly before falling silent for a few moments.

"Och, lass, if ye don't like it I won't bite," Killigan said with a snicker, causing her to chuckle.

"Sorry, honey bunny, it just sounds so odd," she said almost apologetically.

"Aye, ye have a point," he grinned a little as he remembered how often his old man complained about it being like the sound of coughing up a fur ball, then he frowned in thought once again – didn't he always use his middle name so people wouldn't misspell it or crack some stupid joke? Yes, he was pretty sure he did…what was his middle name again? "How about Douglas?" Killigan finally asked.

Amy seemed to be pondering for a moment or two – it sounded a lot better than the previous ones. "Douglas," she repeated, then she smiled "I like it!"

"Douglas it is then," Killigan said with a grin, holding her just a little closer before yawning, glad he had solved the matter relatively quickly "how about sleeping now? I have to get up before--"

"Wait," Amy trailed him off, looking up at him with a slight pout "we haven't decided a name for a girl yet!"

"Uh?" Killigan blinked – the thought he kid could be a lassie hadn't even crossed his mind, but she did have a point. "Right," he said, frowning a little as he tried to think of something. For a moment he thought 'Caddie' would make a fine name for a lassie, but he quickly changed his mind – he doubted Amy would agree to have the child named as someone whose job is carrying a golfer's bag. He shrugged, unable to think of any name he liked for a wee lassie at the moment. "Yer turn, lass – I already thought of a name for a laddie."

Amy giggled. "You're just being lazy," she teased him a little, but she was clearly happy she could choose the name for a girl, Killigan thought somewhat worriedly – oh, well, he could always stop her if she thought of some overly cheesy and embarrassing name.

"I'm sleepy – do I have to remind ye it's five in the morning?" he grumbled.

She looked up to glance at the clock. "It's five thirty now, pookie bear."

He rolled his eyes. "Aye, this changes a lot."

"Oh, don't start getting all grumpy again," she mildly chided him before falling silent for a couple of minutes, thinking about a name. "How about Alice?" she finally asked.

Killigan – who was fully expecting her to come up with some terribly sugary and embarrassing name – blinked in surprise as she suggested a perfectly normal and reasonable name. "Alice?" he repeated. Well, that didn't sound too bad at all.

"Yes – there is no reason in particular, I just like it – it's such a cute name," she said with a shrug before hopefully glancing at him "what do you think, Duffy?"

He nodded, a small smirk on his face as he mused how odd it was that Amy had been the one to come with an alright name for the child at the first attempt. Had someone told him a few minutes before, he would have laughed. "Aye, why not?" he said, and he let out a gasp as she hugged him tightly "Ow! Lass, that hurts!" he complained, wondering how much it would take for his ribcage to just give in. It surely wouldn't be pleasant.

"I'm really glad you like it, honey bunny," she chirped before pausing in thought "you know, I think I read somewhere that Alice can also be a boy name…"

…oh, well, it had seemed too good to be true.

"Aye, let's give our kid a sexual identity crisis," Killigan said sarcastically, ignoring the fact that wearing something most of the world seemed to think of as some kind of dress wouldn't exactly help either "there is no way I'm naming a laddie Alice, lass. It's a lassie's name – that would get other kids to mock him."

Amy had to admit he was right. "Alright, sweetums – if it's a boy, we'll name him Douglas. Alice for a girl."

"Aye, we've got a deal," the golfer yawned "can we sleep now?"

"Oh, right – I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you awake so long," she said apologetically, leaning back on the pillow and sounding just a tad disappointed – it was clear she wouldn't have minded some cuddling.

He shrugged. "Whatever," he said gruffly, rolling over his side and facing away form her with a smirk – he was sure it was just a matter of moments before she began asking for cuddling anyway, and maybe he wouldn't have her waiting too much before giving in. Besides, the sooner he made her happy, the sooner she would stop bothering him and let him sleep, right? He closed his eyes and waited. And waited. And waited.

"Lass?" he finally called with a slight frown a few minutes later.

"Yes, pookie bear?"

So, she was awake. Why wasn't she bugging him for attention? "Nothing, I thought ye were sleeping," he said, turning to glance to her. She was resting on her side, her hands on her belly and a happy smile on her face – all her thoughts were clearly for the baby right now, and Killigan felt an irrational pang of jealousy.

Amy chuckled. "Oh, I'm so excited that I simply cannot sleep," she said with a smile "but I didn't want to bother you – you said you want to sleep," she paused "don't you?" she added innocently.

He snorted. "Aye, sure I do," he muttered, but he kept staring up at the ceiling with a frown on his face.

Amy had to hold back a giggle at his grumpy expression – poor Duffy, she thought, she was really being a meanie. Well, maybe that was enough – she couldn't actually expect him to ask for cuddling, could she?

"Pookie bear?" she cooed, leaning her head on his chest and causing Killigan to grin just for a second before he quickly put up an annoyed expression. He had a reputation to maintain after all.

"Not now, lass!" he grunted, but much to her delight he was rather quick to put an arm around her shoulders. She smiled, snuggling a tad closer, and her smile widened as she felt another small, almost imperceptible movement in her belly.

She just couldn't wait for the baby to be born.

Four months later.

Killigan grimaced a little as his head throbbed. Well, of course it throbbed: he had hit it on the ground while he had stumbled – he refused, absolutely refused to think he had really fainted as that stupid nurse had said, though he knew it was true – in the delivery room. The nurse had even told him he should just stay in his room instead of getting up – as if she actually thought he was going to just stay there while his lass and kid were in another room! She had eventually decided to let him out after he threatened to tear the whole hospital apart if necessary. Smart lass.

"Oh, Duffy, you're awake!" Amy's gleeful shrill greeted him as he opened the door, and he gave a sigh of relief. Alright, he had been told both her and the girl – he had barely managed to suppress a slight stab of disappointment when he had known it wasn't a lad – were doing perfectly fine, yet…

"Aye," he said, swallowing a little as he approached to the bed and sat on the chair next to it, his eyes lingering on the small bundle in Amy's arms just for a moment "it was a bad blow, I tell ye," he said almost apologetically. He still couldn't believe it – wasn't he supposed to be the strong one? And he had simply fainted like some frail lassie, leaving Amy alone to deal with the whole thing. Alright, there were the doctor and some nurse with her, but it wasn't the same thing. Had he been in Amy's place – and he was really glad he hadn't, since giving birth seemed a darn painful and messy business to him – he would have been mad.

"Poor honey bunny," she giggled a little. She was clearly tired, but at the same times she was just beaming with joy…only in a different way than usual, he thought. She did look somewhat like this whenever she created some new creature in her lab, but that seemed nothing compared to the glee on her tired face now. "Isn't she the cutest thing?" she chirped, happier than he has ever seen her, her smile widening even more as she looked at the small bundle in her arms.

"Uh…" was all Killigan managed to mutter as he looked at his daughter for the first time, whatever disappointment he had felt upon knowing it wasn't a laddie completely vanishing as he kept his eyes fixed on what was definitely the smallest human being he had ever seen in his life.

Alice was sleeping, her little legs moving in her sleep, her tiny fists clenched. He couldn't see her eyes since they were shut – he remembered hearing that children's eye colour usually isn't clear after birth anyway, though he had no idea of where had he heard it – and there was a tuft of smooth, rusty red hair on her head.

"Aye, she's a wee lassie," Killigan finally heard himself saying, a grin widening on his face. He reached out to touch Alice's cheek with a rough finger, and he winced as the baby's eyes snapped open and she suddenly wailed, causing him to grit his teeth and cover his ears with his hands. "What the heck…?"

"Aw, she's awake!" Amy exclaimed, looking absolutely delighted "now, now, don't be a naughty girl…!"

"Aye, I heard that," Killigan grunted as he glanced back at the child, a bit surprised by how quickly she had calmed down as Amy spoke.

"Oh, I bet she wants to see her dad!" Amy chuckled and held her just a few inches from Killigan's face, and he was faintly amused to see something incredibly similar to a scowl on the baby's face – and he immediately recognized that don't-mess-with-me kind of scowl he saw everytime he looked up on old family pictures or just looked in the mirror pretty much every morning.

"Och, she's a Killigan, that's for sure," Duff snickered a little as he took the infant – she was so small that she could stay comfortably enough in his cupped hands.

"What did you say, honey bunny?"

"Nothing," he said just, the grin still on his face "…what?" he asked with a puzzled frown as Amy began giggling again.

"It's nothing, sweetums, it's just…oh, you look so cute!" she almost squealed, apparently amused to no end at the sight of the rough golfer carefully holding a baby.

Said golfer groaned upon being called 'cute', wondering if it was normal for a woman that had given birth barely hours before being so lively and bubbly. "Och, lass, aren't ye supposed to be tired?"

Amy gave him a sheepish smile as she took Alice in her arms again. The infant squirmed a little, but she fell back in a slumber quickly enough – what the heck, being born is a tiring business. "Well, I am a little tired," she admitted "but I had to feed Alice a while back, and – "

"Isn't there any nurse or something around here? This is a hospital," Killigan grumbled, looking at the closed door "aren't they supposed to take care of her until she has to be fed again?"

"Well, yes, but I asked them to let me keep her with me," she said, almost apologetically "they didn't want to, but I insisted – I wanted to keep her just a tad more. Isn't she beautiful?" she added almost dreamily.

"Ye should sleep," Killigan said, frowning a little and getting up from the chair "I better call a nurse and –"

"Oh, but I'm not that tired, Duffy," Amy almost pleaded, "I can stay awake for a tad more."

"Aye, ye are that tired – it's not like they're going to skin her alive or something, ye know. Taking care of brats is what they do."

She pouted a little. "Alice if not a brat!" she protested, protectively holding her closer.

Killigan held back a groan. "I wasn't talking about her, I…well, that's not the point. Ye have to sleep now."

"But, sweetums…"

"Now."

Amy held his gaze just for a few moments before sighing – truth to be told, she really was tired. "You're right, pookie bear, but I don't want to leave her with some stranger…"

"I'll keep her," Killigan said almost exasperatedly as he reached to take the baby, who thankfully didn't wake up, and sat back on the chair next to her bed "see? It's fine."

"Aw, thanks! That's sweet of you," she cooed, resting back on the pillow "but what if she starts crying…?"

"Och, I doubt ye would miss it," Killigan said with a grimace, causing her to laugh.

"You must think I'm just silly to get worried like that…"

"Aye, a little," he said with a grin, and she chuckled before closing her eyes with a happy sigh. "Ye know –" Killigan began after a few moments, but he trailed off as he saw she was sleeping already. Well, now that had been fast for someone who wasn't that tired, he mused as he leant back on the chair and glanced down to his daughter as she slept, her small hand holding a handful of his shirt.

Aye, it had been a tiring day for both of them, he thought, feeling a little uncomfortable as he thought of how he had simply passed out in the delivery room. He would do something to make up for it later, he decided. Killigan tensed a little as Alice squirmed, but she didn't wake up. He snickered as her grip on his shirt tightened – she had a strong grip, that was sure, and he could only be glad for that: a good grip is essential for a golfer, after all. Killigan grinned.

He just couldn't wait to start teaching her the basics.