AN: I have no idea where this story came from really. But it'll keep coming as long as there are reviews. There is a nod to a reviewer in here. See if you can spot it.

I owneth not the Firefly nor it's characters. makes sad face…eth

"Sir, for the last time," Zoë sighed, "I am not naming that child Malcolm."

She laughed as her month old son Isaac blew spit bubbles at her from River's arms.

"Why not?" mal asked indignantly.

"She's a girl."

"S'good name." He muttered and then shrugged. Taking Isaac from River, he swayed a little as he carried the boy over to the cabinet to fetch the bottle Zoë said he would be needing soon.

"He has a point you know." Inara said to the room. She was flipping absently through a book that Kaylee had found on they're last visit with her parents. A book with hundreds of names.

"I know she does. She just ain't found it yet." Zoë sighed, adjusting the blanket that River had made around her daughter. The baby cooed at her, smiling, waving her tiny hands. This little girl was looking more and more like her father every day.

"How's she gonna tell you what her own name is when she can't talk yet? Huh, Miss Smart Pants? Think on that a little." Mal quipped, popping the bottle into Isaac's mouth.

Jayne came stomping into the galley and sat down on the counter with River.

"Isaac smiled at me today!" River told him proudly.

"Lil'wiggler smiles a'the lights in the ce'lin." He snapped. He hadn't touched the babies once. Just stared at them, very quietly, with a soft sort of smile on his face.

"Uncle Jayne isn't a grouch. He's just a chicken." River smiled at the baby in Zoë's arm. Zoë was dancing her daughter around a little, hoping to get a smile. It hurt to see those little blue eyes light up sometimes. The girl was more Wash than her brother. But she wouldn't trade that smile for anything.

"You won't break her you know." Zoe shrugged, offering the girl to the merc. She'd noticed how shy he was round the babies. A month of them taking up more room than anything that small had a right to, and he hadn't so much as held they're hands.

"Nah."

"Taker her, Dummy. That way Zoe will cook us lunch." River said, looking annoyed.

"I will at that. But only if I have my arms free." Zoe said.

Jayne looked to Inara, then Mal. But they were no help. The infant in Zoe's arms was staring at him. River pushed herself off the counter, took the tiny girl from her mother, and placed her carefully in Jayne's lap.

"She won't bite." River said, hopping back onto the counter next to him.

Jayne simply stared at the tiny being. She'd reached up and trigger finger in her bitsy little hand, and was now hanging on like she'd die if she didn't. Seemed like the entire verse was holding still for a moment. Then she smiled at him and kicked her feet.

Zoe got some things from a cupboard, Inara kept flipping through her book, and Mal wiped up the milk that had escaped Isaac's mouth. River made faces at Issac when Mal danced him by. Jayne stuck his tongue out and puffed his cheeks. He was rewarded with a peel of laughter from the little girl that didn't quite sound real.

Kaylee came waddling into the galey looking tired, followed closely by Simon who looked half dead.

"Can I be done yet?" Kaylee asked miserably, sitting awkwardly down next to Inara. Simon more like collapsed next to his eight months pregnant wife.

"Two more weeks, bao bei." Inara laughed, "And when Zoë had the twins you seemed so eager to keep your baby right were it is."

"That was when I could see my feet." The pregnant woman groused.

"I do remember that bein a bother." Zoe agreed, "But they're worth it."

"Even if they ain't got proper names yet." Mal grumbled.

"She'll get one. Just hasn't…"

"I know I know. She ain't told you what it is yet. Bunch a goshe if you ask me."

"That one there did it. He laughed first. So Issac. And Marcus for my father. Hoban for his, Washburn cause that's our last name." Zoe stated. "Issac Hoban Marcus Washburn."

"Big name you got there, Lil'Wash." Mal said seriously. I'm gussin your sister over there will need one to equal."

Issac gurgled at him.

"Sarah." Jayne blurted out.

They all turned to stare at him, except for River. She'd been staring at him, smiling for a few minutes.

"Name'er Sarah." He said, still staring at the baby, who was now tucked in the crook of his arm, fast asleep.

"Means Princess." River mused.

"I like that. Sarah." Zoë nodded.

"So she has a name now?" Simon asked from his position on the bench laying his face down on the table.

"Sarah huh?" Mal asked, "Well, Miss Sarah, it's a pleasure to finally have something to call you."

Zoe smiled for a second, then laughed. She walked over to Janye, taking her daughter from him.

"Sarah Janye Washburn, you have a name." She laughed.